I’ve been so busy.

First I got this terrible cough and cold. Went to the doctor and she gave me pills. Actually, she didn’t “give” me anything. I bought some pills and they didn’t work so she ordered me some more. I was good for one day before I went on a tour of Sicily and Rome (story to follow-soon). My terrible cough and cold came back. I shared with everyone on that tour but blamed it on this really nice old lady from Chile. Cough, cough. When I came home, I went back to that same doctor and got a shot and more pills. I’m good now. Phew. Your turn.

Then my grandson came down from Green Bay, Wisconsin, for a visit.

Grandson Brady, Stockyard museum, Fort Worth, TX

We had Thanksgiving with my daughter in Austin. My son from Houston brought the boys (his wife had to work – she’s a nurse), and my other daughter from Waco stopped by. Oh my goodness, there was enough food to feed the neighborhood but with the looks of the cars lining her street, I figure they had their own food bank. It’s like we’re never going to have another meal! Somehow I don’t think the pilgrims meant for Thanksgiving to be so filling. From the photos taken way back then, I’m not really sure what they were eating. I didn’t see one roll or a dessert table. What the heck! Did they use their best china? Do you see cloth napkins, not to mention the table cloth? And not one piece of good silver serving piece!

So before I could recover, I thought I’d get my gall bladder taken out. That was really exciting. For twenty years, my little friend and I would have these discussions. “Should I stay or should I go?” It was time for her to go. I instructed the surgeon to get it out (“I’m dying, here,” I said, And to that poor little hospitalist I said, “Are you going to give me that shot or do I need to go somewhere else?” Jabber, jabber, jabber).

So as the surgeon’s telling me how bad it is, what he’s going to do, and how he’s going to do it and if he can’t do it this way, he’ll have to do it that way, I was really glad to see the transport team show up. Seems that little rascal that complained every so often was about to be a thing of the past. Sadly, I had to say, good bye. I didn’t even get to hold it. One minute it was there, killing me, and the next…boom, it was gone.

Can we please move onto Christmas?