April 25, 2012

  • I'm A Bit Miffed....

    TALES FROM THE BRAT FARM

    I ran into a young man that was picking up his grandmother from the doctor's office (wound center) today.  Turns out he attends the same high school that my g-nephew Kevin went to.  Of course, we got into a discussion about him and, as I couldn't help but cry, it turned out that the memorial service's day, time and place wasn't known.  So, I texted Tara and just waited since I knew today was the funeral. 

    I went all day, waiting to hear back from her.  Since so many of the Yoder's in Ohio are Amish, I knew she wouldn't be keeping her phone around her so that they wouldn't be offended.  I heard back from her, finally, around 10pm tonight.  Her message to me?  The memorial service had to be moved to Sunday because the field at the school where they were going to be holding it was going to be in use on both Friday and Saturday. 

    I'll tell you why I was pissed off.  My kids work.  For them to take off during the week meant they had to take off work and Marcus Aurelius had to make arrangements for someone to stay with his two daughters.  His youngest daughter is in the midst of testing and it constitutes 20% of her final grade so she couldn't miss a single day of it.  The older of the girls is also doing finals (she graduates this year) and has just started a job.  Mustachio started his new job just four or five months ago (maybe six, I forget) so it took some doing for him to take off work with so little notice even if it DID involve a death in the family.  So her forgetting to let me know about the change was a real slap to my kids who only wanted to be here for HER since she and they were like siblings, not cousins.  Now it means they will need to spend Friday with her and won't be able to be there on Sunday for the actual memorial for Kevin.

    My daughter was really upset and felt like they had been ignored after making all these arrangements to accommodate what SHE had told US before she left for Ohio.  I reminded her that Tara was under a lot of stress and we had to keep in mind what this was all about.  That calmed her down because she kept thinking that it could as easily have been Sheepie and, OMG!, how awful she would feel!  She feels awful anyway because she and Tara have been close.  They often phone one another just to shoot the shit and have a few laughs together.

    Marcus Aurelius had planned on being back home on Saturday due to some assignment or other he had to complete for his job so he's now trying to re-plan things.  I told him the same thing.  What has to be, has to be.  If they can go spend time with Tara on Friday, she will just have to understand.  The kids all traveled different distances and with different arrangements that had to be made for HER sake.  They would love to be there for her on Sunday but she will have to settle for ME and, possibly, the Princess except the Princess had made plans to go camping over the weekend (since the service was supposed to be on Friday!).

    Chewlee is with her paternal grandfather.  The Princess said that about an hour after she had left here with him, she called and said, *Mommy, we need to pack up all our stuff and move to Florida!  I want to be at the beach all the time.*  We know, of course, that the grandfather had a hand in that because Chewlee does really love the beach.  He probably told her that they could stay at HIS house until they find one of their own and that would have given Chewlee all she needed to know.  She loves his house.  He has one of those jacuzzi bathtubs and Chewlee *swims* in it (as she tells me).

    The doctor was so pleased with my wounds today.  He did no debridment (hurrah!) and told me the toe area would more than likely be finished healing next week and the heel within two-three weeks.  He said now that I am healing, I'm doing it gang-buster style.  **Grin**

    He does want me to see my own doctor now about the neuropathy.  He thinks I need the medication changed and, perhaps, a different pain pill other than lortabs to take for the pain so I'm not spending more time OFF my feet than on them.  I also need something that doesn't put me to sleep, which the lortabs do, unfortunately.  I had moved my appointment to next week due to Kevin's death.  Now I wish I hadn't since I am almost out of the lortabs and my feet sometimes get so painful, I can't stand or walk on them.  Oh well.  There's always vodka.    Hey, it works for Bratfink and I have used it before.  I just don't  like it when I need more than usual and it gives me a headache the next day.

    Time to go.  Love you all.  Keep your eyes out for bad weather and drive carefully.  The weather is stranger than usual and we don't want to lose any more loved ones, do we?