On a completely different note from the doodles, so much is going on right now, it is kinda difficult for me to stay pointed in the right direction and actually making some sort of progress. The 5-year death-march that is my job just keeps getting slowly closer to death and G and I find ourselves running the gamut of emotional responses to goings-on. I can't help but feel a sense of responsibility, worry, and wonder what our customers who call for tech support will do if we finally do have to shut it down. Wouldn't be so bad if it felt like higher up the food chain there was actually a plan, but it all feels like they are just desperately doing what ever comes to mind with no cohesion to other tasks they have concocted. *sigh*
G Jr. Is still at desert warfare training. They gassed all the soldiers again last week and he has a real bad sore throat as a result. He is now in charge of hazardous waste stuff, monitors inventory and places all the orders for materials they need. He is also still driving the big trucks around. It was SO so good to see him when he got to come for a last-minute. He has grown into quite the young man. I enjoy his sense of humor and philosophical musings, which always make for great conversations.
"Big" G's mom is back home after her surgery and G is back home from Corpus. Taking care of his dad was a big eye-opener as to the extent of how dependent he is now as a result of the small vessel disease that causes outward behavior much like senility. A week with pop has left us both with lingering thoughts about our own old age and the possibility of being in a similar state.
This past weekend I had a great visit with Chelsea who surprised me Saturday evening with her presence. We stayed up until 3am (something I haven't done in a LONG time) talking and watching TV. We made seafood crepes with mornay sauce and munched out. Little did I realize she has gotten so intolerant of dairy that the sauce gave her a stomach ache... on an odd hunch I fed her a couple pickles... the hunch was no good.
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Pickles?? (( grin )) Were you suspicious of something?
Thinking of Gordon, Jr. - it is always something of a startlement to see what and how much your now-grown-up child can be responsible for .. Always at a back corner of one's mind is the image of him as the little child that needed your care ...
Can Gordon be somehow checked for the possibility that he might carry that blood vessel disorder? This does tug at your heart - sorry to hear about his Dad but so glad that his Mom is successfully back home from the hospital.
I was surprised to read that Chelsea is dairy intolerant - is there anyone else in the family that is also. I know of no one in the immediate family on this side.
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