Thursday's Child ... has far to go ... (0nm10wn2feet) wrote,
Thursday's Child ... has far to go ...
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What a long, strange trip...

...seriously.  That's what the whole weekend feels like its been, from Friday night when my sister's husband called, until today when I had to rescue my best friend's husband (again) from car problems.  I know these things happen to other people and other families.  And just as randomly as they do here.  But this just feels strange.

So, my brother-in-law called and says he has cancer.  What the hell does one say to that??  How the bloody hell does one carry on even a SEMI-normal conversation with that as the opening salvo?  Tricky, huh?  Yeah, that's what *I* thought.

My sister and her husband moved down to Florida a few years ago.  It was a decision that didn't make my mom real happy, but she eventually got over it.  For a time, they lived in Port St. Lucie... where the hurricanes seemed to target the first couple of years they were living there.  Fun stuff, eh?  During the evacuation for one of them, I was wondering if I was going to have to hitch up the horse trailer and haul that down there for them to live in if their house got blown away.  Fortunately, that didn't happen.

Then they moved to the Pensacola area.  Fewer hurricanes.  Still nice weather.  Not as warm as my sis would have liked, but still ok.  Now this.  The "C" word.  His mother passed away a while back, and I guess that really threw him for a loop.  He was getting past it, though, when this reared its ugly head.  Now, they're both in shock and I can't say as I blame them.  They have always been one another's support... neither one of them is the type to chat up the neighbors and make fast friends, so there's virtually no support down there.  I guess he has an uncle living somewhere in Florida, but not near them.  The rest of the family (ours) is here in Michigan.  My mom and other sister in Kazoo, and me here.

Anyway, he and I talked for a bit, and I made him promise that they'd let us know if there was anything we could do.  The next day, we got a call out of the blue from one of the ex-alien kids, letting me know that he'd be in the neighborhood while his girlfriend was visiting one of the neighbors selling her Cutco stuff and could he stop by?  Well, it just so happens that my son hasn't been too very receptive to seeing this particular soul of late.  In fact, I've thanked our lucky stars every time Nik has been over that Steven has been at work.  No such luck on Saturday, however.  Of course, in honor of the occasion, my son just HAD to meet the kid in the garage with his (my son's) assault rifle, on the pretext of "cleaning" it.  Right.  With a loaded strip-clip sitting on the trunk of the car too.  Damn kids and their need to bluster.

We got past that, though.  In fact, Steven was actually pretty cordial, considering how vehement he's been about having Nik anywhere near here.  Then he hauled Nik out to the garage later to "discuss" his issues.  And make a few things "clear" to Nik.  Whatever.  The fact remains that Nik doesn't stop by to ask for anything any more.  He calls when he needs someone to talk to, cuz he knows I'll always chat with him.  He stops by when he's in the area, just to say "hi," and maybe snag a can of pasta (he has a fondness for cold Ravioli, right out of the can).  So, we weathered that one.

Today, my guts were in an uproar again, and I got a phone call from Mel just as I was contemplating a shower.  Figures, doesn't it?  It seems her hubby had trouble with their latest vehicular 'mistake,' and needed a ride up to Mt. Morris.  So, I sucked it up and got in the truck.  Actually, it was almost fortuitous, since the old 486 computer that Jessa plays old games on died last week.  So, we threw that in the truck too and hauled that up to Mel, along with Todd.  Of course, I couldn't let him off the hook too easily, so I made him get out at the store and get the mushrooms for our spaghetti sauce this evening.

On the way to Mt. Morris, the phone rang... since the house phone is screwed over (again), everything defaults to my cell phone.  It was my brother-in-law again, only this time my sister got on the phone.  It seems that they've done a bunch of research and found a place in Houston that's quite well-known in oncology breakthroughs.  She was calling to see if I'd consider coming down and house-sitting their animals if they had to go to Texas to get him treated.  My answer?  Sure, why not??  I can't even begin to fathom what might take place here in my absence, if it comes to that, but... yeah... sure I'll go.

I mean, c'mon.  What else do you tell your little sister when something like this hits the fan?  I'm not working, I have two almost adult children, my husband knows how to feed himself and our animals... and who else is going to be able to do it??  She offered to pay the plane fare, or my mother will do it, so I don't have to worry about coming up with the money.  Now I just have to sit back and see what happens - and hope like hell that the in-laws up here don't have any issues in the interim, since I'm the primary responder for them too.  Just part of the job, I guess... another day, another soul to rescue from something.  Hey, on the bright side, we don't have any current alien-residents to worry about.  The people here can handle the animals *we* have.  And, with any luck whatsoever, they might not even have to go that far afield to find specialists they need.  Maybe.  Then there's always the prospect of a "vacation" to a warmer place than here... hmmm, now if I could just figure out how to take my 'puter with me!!  *snicker*

So, yeah.  Strange weekend.  Taking things on a day-to-day basis until we hear something further... I'll be sure to let everyone know if I'm gonna be out wandering the countryside for a while, 'k?
;D
~~me~~

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