Be patient… there’s some formatting issues on this blog due to some wonky code somewhere that I need to fix cut cannot address until tomorrow. It’s truly hosed but you should always be able to read the most recent post w/o hassle.
We are solid in the middle of sorting through Cruel Wife’s mom’s stuff.
You might be able to imagine three very intelligent and opinionated sisters in a high-stress situation of sorting through their mother’s belongings after a very unexpected demise. It has been… trying. Not bad, not good – no judgment – but a situation requiring lots of latitude and patience.
The only thing we can figure is that she exhibited all the symptoms of heart problems, yet because the most commonly known symptoms of heart problems are the symptoms that apply to men.
Things like blue fingers and nose, one cold leg and one hot, tired for no reason… everyone thought she had the best health and ate healthier and exercised more than any of us. But, sometimes this sort of thing doesn’t make any sense at all and a common theme here has been one of self-blame, and that is unfair to one but it is also understandable.
So three crazy-tense sisters and two of us husbands who could make it, and we’ve tried keeping kids sane or at the least out of their mothers’ hair. It’s interesting.
On the way out here from the airport (about three hours of driving), we came across an interesting spot.
A single-wide trailer, its outhouse, and next to a truck car-wash. Save your soul, empty your bladder, and drive away in a sparkling-clean truck. Just down the road is the best part – a gas station that sells corndogs. Since being back in the NW I have had five corndogs, which you don’t find in so many places in Michigan. It has been a slice of heaven. So not all about this vacation has been sad. Hey, work with me here – it’s been a visit with many bittersweet moments as memories have been relived – but there have been chances for people to show strength, too. Corndogs help.