With Megan, my oldest daughter |
Where to begin? Two nights without
blogging, and I’m rusty and out of practice. But my excuse for my silence is
that I was having a wonderful weekend with most but not all of my family. My
two oldest—Colin and Megan—arrived from Tomball and Austin within minutes of
each other Friday night, without their spouses or children who stayed behind
for soccer (rain cancel) and other activities.
Hayes, left, and Jacob School rivalry starts early |
We went to a Chadra Mezza down the
street for supper. Took along a friend of Jacob’s so he’d have company. Dinner
was slow in coming but delicious when it did arrive, and I just tonight
finished the last of my spaghetti. We talked, laughed, and generally had a good
time. Home for late night wine and talk and far too late to bed.
Next morning, farm-fresh eggs from
sister-in-law Cindy. Everyone else had theirs scrambled but Colin poached one
for me, and I had it on sharp cheese, buttered rye toast—nothing better! There’s
such a difference in the taste of farm-fresh free-range no-antibiotics chicken
eggs!
Purpose of the weekend was to make
sure kids know all about my affairs, so Colin, Megan and I spent two hours in
the early morning going over everything from insurance to income to I don’t
know what. Colin is sending me a list of documentation he needs.
A little before noon the Frisco Alters
arrived—Jamie and Mel and two girls—and we split: some of us went to Carshon’s,
others to Ernesto’s, Jamie’s favorite taqueria. In the afternoon, TCU game—ugh,
don’t mention it again—while I napped. And then supper from Railhead BBQ—as you
can tell, we were well fed.
Along the way there were serious
discussions, too many (for my taste) about my balance and my tendency to fall.
I have a long list of doctor appointments to make tomorrow, and I have promised
not to try and show off and walk without a cane. So a cane it is, all the time.
I hope to get back to physical therapy and have made arrangements with a
neighbor to run errands with me—not for me,
since I want to flex my get-out-in-the-world muscles. I am optimistic about
regaining both my balance and my self-confidence.
And I am so blessed to have children
who care enough to take time out from their busy lives to spend a weekend
devoted to my health concerns and securing my future. I cannot tell you how
much I love them and how grateful I am for them. Colin called this morning on
his way home to ask, “You don’t feel like yours kids are making decisions for
you, do you?” and I assured him I did not.
One more blessing: my kids all love
one another. Even on a weekend devoted to more serious matters, they had a
wonderful time being together. And the grandkids share in that spirit. Jacob
was so delighted he spent the night on the couch with Uncle Colin last night.
The two Frisco girls—my oldest grandchildren—are delights and beautiful to
boot. No sign of that teen-age girl rebellion I lived through with my daughters.
And me today? Walking much better but
yes, using my cane! What a wonderful world!
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