i have some friday night unloading to do.
what a day, huh? i say that a lot. the complexities and sress of life never cease to amaze me!
here i sit with my ultra-cold, slightly skunky german beer. my husband will buy any beer that has a german name – skunky or not.
we got new carpet installed today. well, sort of. they were three hours late and didnt have time to finish, so our steps are still bare. what?! three hours late to work and they didn’t have time to finish? that’s crazy. ummm…. can’t people in other jobs get fired for that sort of thing? and unfortunately i couldn’t argue with them very well because english was barely their second language. ugh.
in the middle of this crazy day, i got a phone call. my sister called to update me on the results of the angiogram my dad had today. this was a routine test to check on his burst anurism that was operated on in July. and the news isnt the best. the coils they placed inside the anurism to cause the blood to clot have shrunk, and thus, are not helping clot as much as needed, AND the anurism has grown. he is scheduled for brain surgery.
are you kidding me? i couldnt believe it. i was so certain that this test was going to confirm his smooth recovery. so i stood in my torn apart, half-carpeted house and cried for a brief second. the future is uncertain. i know i’ll survive, and come out stronger. *i dont think he is dying soon* but if i’m wrong, Lord, i’m not ready for my dad to die.
part II of my thoughts tonight is so completely polar opposite of the sadness and stress of the previous paragraphs.
those are my thoughts tonight, dear blog. tomorrow i go to my dad’s all day to spend time with him ( he needs company for 24 hours after his test…) and then off the grandma barbara’s 79th birthday party. Sunday however, is MY day. well – OUR day. andrew and i will have all sorts of anniversary fun on Sunday.
“itinerary for 8th anniversary celebraions!
8pm- drop off kids
8am- wake up!
8:45-9ish- breakfast at waffle and omelette cafe in plymouth
10:30-11ish- IKEA madness and swedballs
1pm- real seafood co.
2:30-3ish- go to the arb, window shop, etc.
5:45pm- dinner at melange
8pm- ??? movie? two days in paris.
10ish- go home and collapse in a heap
i know. he’s a catch. i love him. so much.