It started out great. My adopted daughter from India, Monique, and her family came to Minnesota and we all met at son, Bill’s on Sunday for a family get-together. For a change, it wasn’t raining, and the weather was cool and pleasant. We all brought food and not only had a wonderful visit but lots of tasty Mexican food and desserts. I hadn’t seen some of my older grandchildren for years, so it was very special to us. My sisters, Sue and Deb came too, along with my stepdaughter, Tricia, and her family, including grandsons, Tom and Matt. We ate and visited, telling old stories, and catching up with new news. It was also Monique’s husband’s birthday, so granddaughters Maia and Ava sang happy birthday, accompanied with their ukuleles. All too soon, we had to part and get on with our lives. I sure miss my big family!
We had to leave a little early as the next morning I had to get up at 5:00 AM so I could get chores done and drive two hours plus, to get to Duluth. Our adopted son, Javid, who has been fighting pressure sores on his bottom, was having surgery as he’d gotten a bone infection. That was not good. The doctor had told us he may have to lose the leg, in order to get rid of all of the infection. We were, naturally, pretty worried and scared about that. I got to the hospital at 7:45 AM, only to find his room empty! They had already taken him down for surgery. Luckily, they did let him call his room, as he knew I was coming. We got to speak briefly, and they whisked him into surgery. The day got long but finally at 3:30 PM, the doctor came up to tell me he had amputated Javid’s leg at the hip and he was doing well after the surgery. Javid didn’t come up to his room for another hour, but when he did, he was in good spirits and smiling, where I expected sadness and tears. We even joked a little at him getting a “new butt.” He continues to heal well and maintain good spirits. Brave guy!
I drove home, barely able to sit in the car. My butt was petrified from all the sitting! Then, when I finally got home, I saw the post pounder on the back of the four-wheeler. Oh oh! Yep, the cows had gotten in the North Garden. They ate everything but some squash and pumpkins. I could barely hold it together, after such a trying day. Today, after a couple of days, I’m feeling better but sure wish we didn’t have cows. But I’m sure not going to fight Will about it. Life’s too short. And there are worse things — just ask Javid. — Jackie