Only in America...

...would a two person household be SO DISTRESSED at the prospect of living with one bathroom for two months.  We are starting a small renovation to make our master bath ADA compliant and therefore have to SHARE!!!!!!

The Best Laid Plans...

..of mice and men oft go astray.


This snow better be nice and be GONE in 24 hours. We have tickets to the sold out BOOK OF MORMON at the DPAC on Saturday!

A NON-DOWNER post

Pat told me last night that my upper arms were getting buff from all the heavy lifting I have to do.
While I doubt they will ever get to the level of FLOTUS's, I am hopeful this means I will look better in my sleeveless shirts should summer ever arrive.  

He also told me that last post about the cords of death was a bit of a downer, which is why you are getting to read TWO today.  

The Modern Laocoon

We finally made it back to church after an absence of six weeks.  

As usual, the readings were stark in their relevance.  

Our first Psalm reading upon our return to church was 116 which included this verse 

 The cords of death entangled me,
    the anguish of the grave came over me;
    I was overcome by distress and sorrow.

We have various machines to help with the ridiculous amounts of mucous ALS patients create. There is a vest that pounds  Pat's chest to loosen the mucous, a cough assist machine that helps him bring the loosened  gunk up and then what I call a snot sucker that deposits it neatly into a disgusting plastic spittoon.  It was these machines that enabled us to avoid the ER and we are exceedingly grateful for them.  However, every one of of these machines has a power cord as well as a flexible hose that is the conduit between the patient and the machine. The pounder has two flexible hoses that are filled with pulsating air.  Dealing with these double headed hydras as they envelop my body detonates the latent F-bombs  in my head. 

Even as I wrestle these these writhing, slithering bodies into submission, I remember though that, for us, they are cords of life.

Our youngest daughter and her family recently moved back to God's country (or I guess I should say COUNTY).  In fact, they live right down the street from us.

They have two children, one toddler girl who refuses to talk, and one five year old girl who can't stop.  The five year old resides in that funny realm somewhere between fantasy, reality and insanity.  We notice there is alot more glitter on the couch since their arrival from Japan, and other than BOB's gasp of dismay upon seeing, PINK babies in the toy chest that had been previously the home of nothing but steel gray transformers and toy guns, we've all adapted well to their return.

Miss Mess 3 and I were discussing ALS and the effect on her Pappy.  She was bemoaning the fact he couldn't lift his arms any longer and she said, "It's like his battery died."  This was about the most succinct description of ALS I'd ever heard.   And then she proceeded to tell me how she is going to marry Sonic the Hedgehog and have his babies.