Because it really is personal…

I see that WordPress made a few changes while I was gone- and without even trying to consult me!

The last leg of the trip, from JerseyChick’s, Georgia to Statesboro saw me driving Little Martha and #3 driving the truck I inherited. I won’t go into any embarrassing detail, let’s just say I have more silver in my hair now.

Of course, that could be from the dealings with my 95 yr old grandmother. We went directly to her apartment at an assisted living facility from the airport, to find her in the bathroom, hemorrhaging to an alarming degree and the staff just sort of flapping their hands wondering what to do. We called an ambulance, and at the hospital she got 3 pints of blood and 4 liters of fluids, they found 2 intestinal gastric bleeds and repaired them, and she’s feeling much better now. An inauspicious start, to say the least.

Her house is all packed, she gave me instructions to “take anything you want”, so I now have her extensive collection of needlepoint pictures, pillows, a fireplace screen, and Christmas ornaments, as well as her 12 place setting of Franciscan Desert Rose dishes. It’s hard not to feel a little like a vulture about it all, but she has no need for any of it, and is really happy that I wanted it.

The drive home was…wet. It rained on us pretty much the whole way. We took I-40 from Amarillo to Little Rock to Memphis, then dropped down. The other route would have us through Dallas and Shreveport, but they were having nastier weather, so we opted for steady rain over tornadoes. It’s pretty through Oklahoma and Arkansas. Stuff was blooming, and the open fields with rolling hills is pleasant. I recommend you drive I-40 sometime.

I am glad to be home. Sweet Daddio isn’t home from work yet, and I am anxious to see his big hairy self.