Dr.Norman Borlaug passed away yesterday at the age of 95.
The world should be in mourning now.
It is Thursday.
Rolling thundershowers knocked out the power to the house, so the children and I played card games. The power returned 12, and my children lost interest in the flopping of cards. My son is drawing. My daughter is reading Larklight. My love is asleep at the moment, fatigued from the heat and her medications. I am left to my own devices, at the moment. I ponder the evening meal, tweak a mechanic for a game, wait until my youngest arrives home from daycare, eat a banana, and focus on all the things that have gone right as of late.
Much of this electronic flotsam, this temple I built to honor my own ego, has been used, as of late, as a laundry line for my minuscule misfortunes. For that I apologize, and shall no longer use this space as my personal pity pool. Chronicling misfortune is a waste of not just my time, but yours. I've been wasting too much time lately. That is a habitual mistake that I will no longer indulge in.
I & my wife would first like to thank all of you for all your well wishes.
Folks, It has been a rough one.
Kelli's mom did not have a a heart attack, but had an allergic reaction to the medications the hospital was using to chemically induce a stress test. She is in a wheelchair, and cannot walk. She had a sever allergic reaction to the medication. She came home Saturday.
Saturday we got a call from my Wife's family. We had to come to South Carolina and help with the last minute funeral arrangements, like writing a eulogy. We had planned on going out to Big Mamma's that night, but our Babysitter, my sister, dropped over of the plague and ended up in the emergency room Saturday Night.
So Sunday that is what we did, or rather that is what Kelli and her sister tried to do while I babysat my Nephew. I put in my two cents, and sent the entire circus to a crashing hault. Yeah, I'm good.
Today was the funeral. Kelli got up and promptly fell back over. Whatever Kathy had, now Kelli has. We made it through the funeral. She is in bed right now. The earliest she can be seen is tomorrow. I think that her sister is mad that we left right after the graveside service.
This week I can't win for losing.
My cousin has stabilized. I even talked to him for a few minutes. He is going to be ok.
I take the wife out to lunch to calm us both down, and we get a call from her dad.
Kelli's mom had a heart attack. We don't know much. Her dad is on the way to the hospital.
Yeah, when it rains it pours.
I need a beer.
It has been a week. An amazingly long, rough week, and it is not letting up. The last two days have been particularly nasty. A death on Kelli's side of the family, and from all reports we are counting the hours until my eldest cousin passes. He had a massive heart attack this morning. We got the call as I was taking the kids to summer camp. Yeah, this week is fired...out of a cannon...into a brick wall!
So my wife, gods love her, found something to help cheer me up. I thought I would share
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus...and a Wuxia Western with Geoffrey Rush blowing up Ninjas with a Rifle.
...not as such but it does have a bit of dramatic flare, does it not?
At the moment I am ensconced in the Wombat Cave suffering from a touch of the Con Crud.
More than a touch actually. I have been out of commission for a majority of the day with a nasty cough and steady fever.
As you may have heard from the love of my life (or actually encountered me in the flesh), I was at ConCarolinas. The con itself was lovely, and the new venue has breathed new life into our local convention. At the same time they were burring my great-grandmother in the far reaches of the North Carolina mountains. While, in the broadest sense, I had a good time, the weekend has left me questioning a great many things. I suppose it is only natural to search for your bearings and ponder life when one of the cornerstones of one's existence ceases to be. Still, as my grandmother might say, sometimes in life it is better to have questions than answers. Seeking the truth keeps us honest.
So here is to seeking; may I find the truth rather than the answers.
Now if you excuse me, I am going to take a long, hot shower.