(the week that was part two):
a quick Monday moanin blog without much moanin; Instead warming signs of Marchness and a thaw on this sunny Monday, my mother seems off to a good start in recovery and it was "precious time" spent just her and I pretty much for a few days laying down the routine of recuperation. Thanks to the other sibs, Den and Jo, Sis Sher and Jim, and Suzanne for their contributions in the process as mom moves ahead. My step-dad who is in Hospice had a good day when I visited him last week and his situation is a tough one to get one's head around. He needs prayers and well wishes sent his way too.
After I got back Saturday afternoon, tired but glad be home, albeit with reminders of Maddie, her imprints in the snow being uncovered by the melting, her absence, my main companion>Mary there welcoming me-knowing what the last few days had been like. She had the unpleasant job of removing the "dog stuff" and being around the house without Maddie right away. She got her cry in though which she needed. Were we up for going out Saturday night to see Zion Lion, which we had planned for a couple months before most of this started?
Of course, and though dragging a bit we got our 50 something butts on the dance floor and got the Rasta vibe going. With friends, Tim and Shelley, and a barn full of others, the spirit of Marley (Bob), we grooved the night and worries away. My man Assanne, asked me up to play the big Djembe (conga) again a couple of times. This white, greybeard up there with my brothers and sisters, "jammin, oh yah we jammin" helped to chase the wearies away into the night. " don't worry 'bout a ting, every little ting, gonna be alright".
Sunday, Dr. K and CK had the "boys" over for a gathering of the game. A fine time, exciting game, good company ended the weekend just right, 'cept for the loss by USA but enjoyable nonetheless. What a couple of weeks it has been.
Thanks, all of you for your calls; friends, wife, dad, other mother, bros. and sisters, daughters, nieces, relations, messages and thoughts and prayers, we heard them, felt them. IRIE!!
After I got back Saturday afternoon, tired but glad be home, albeit with reminders of Maddie, her imprints in the snow being uncovered by the melting, her absence, my main companion>Mary there welcoming me-knowing what the last few days had been like. She had the unpleasant job of removing the "dog stuff" and being around the house without Maddie right away. She got her cry in though which she needed. Were we up for going out Saturday night to see Zion Lion, which we had planned for a couple months before most of this started?
Of course, and though dragging a bit we got our 50 something butts on the dance floor and got the Rasta vibe going. With friends, Tim and Shelley, and a barn full of others, the spirit of Marley (Bob), we grooved the night and worries away. My man Assanne, asked me up to play the big Djembe (conga) again a couple of times. This white, greybeard up there with my brothers and sisters, "jammin, oh yah we jammin" helped to chase the wearies away into the night. " don't worry 'bout a ting, every little ting, gonna be alright".
Sunday, Dr. K and CK had the "boys" over for a gathering of the game. A fine time, exciting game, good company ended the weekend just right, 'cept for the loss by USA but enjoyable nonetheless. What a couple of weeks it has been.
Thanks, all of you for your calls; friends, wife, dad, other mother, bros. and sisters, daughters, nieces, relations, messages and thoughts and prayers, we heard them, felt them. IRIE!!
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in like a lion...
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