It's 11:30 and I'm hanging around the office for a meeting at noon, my normal departure time. This delay is especially frustrating because the SUN IS SHINING outside and that hasn't happened in about a week. I have tons of things I could be doing at home with this 12 hour break in the rain.
Meetings.
The goat barn stinks. They stay inside when it's raining, which means all of everything happens in the barn.
The chicken coop has standing water inside because the automatic waterer malfunctioned.
I need to apply another layer of caulk to the outside of the hall window because it leaks when the wind blows rain from the east. Fortunately, that's rare. It normally comes from the south our west.
And then there's work on both vehicles, work that needs to be done outside, not in Barnette.
Pam comes home tomorrow at noon. Which rhymes with none too soon.
On a BBC show, by a dr. to a patient with a bad stomach issue:
"Vomit if you can. Better an empty house than a bad tenant."
Twinkie Clark. Who names their kid Twinkie??
So there's a bunch of stuff going on with us, some of it a bit heavy. I woke up at my fairly normal 3:00-ish feeling weighed down. When Pam's gone and I'm not trying to be fairly quiet I turn on the classical music channel on our DishTV while I do the inside chores. Volume up.
Note: it's on right now and they're playing Hadyn's "Cello Concerto #1" which is ... luscious.
Anyway, this morning they were playing weird atonal stuff that made me want to scream so I did what I've maybe done once before; I put it on the Christian Praise channel. My spirit needed to refocus on the Vertical and I figured that would help.
And it did.
But one of the artists was Twinkie Clark.
Nickname or given name? Either way seems unfortunate.
So yeah, Pam's flying home. She leaves early tomorrow morning from Grand Rapids and will arrive about 12:15 after a brief layover in Denver. The timing is difficult because this afternoon they put her mom in the hospital with what they think is congestive heart failure, though they'll do tests to confirm that tomorrow morning. Lousy timing, but we need her to be home because we've got issues here that require her presence.
I'm sorry to be cryptic, but hopefully in a day or two I can say at least a bit more.
We're hoping that by the time she lands here a little after noon - 3 p.m. there - they will have a diagnosis and treatment plan.
All of this is made more difficult by the fact her mom seems to be slipping into dementia, or at least senility, at an increasingly rapid rate. So making treatment plans with her consent is tricky.
I leave late Friday afternoon for UFC's men's retreat two hours east of here. I'll come back with Brett Saturday evening so we can both be here for Sunday's efforts. So between now and then I have to get everything ready. I'll walk in MoHo Saturday night, crawl into bed, and get up to go teach my class.
Uff-dah.
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