“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
800 days 8 days and counting and still no sign of
the ship home…or is there…???
Ok, so I am in no way, shape or form a Trekkie however I did grow up watching the original
Star Trek whether I cared for it or not–all because my little brother liked it…
it was to watch either that or the fake and phony WWE Saturday night smackdowns with
“Mr. Bionic Elbow, Tapdance on your Tonsils himself, Dusty Rhodes”
And yet oddly I could always relate to that one opening line from each Star Trek episode…
as I was an avid keeper of a diary and marker of time.
And so since I have been stranded on/ in this
barren planet house of
our son’s with a mending Sherrif, I thought I should attempt a transmission from this great beyond,
attempting to connect with the outside blogosphere…
maybe even getting beamed up—or is that beamed home?
The Sherrif has been mending quite nicely…that is until recently.
And no that is not a picture of him at the local jail but rather in the shopping cart
of the local Target (pronounced Tarjay)
And here he is even attempting to take after his sister, the Mayor,
by showing an odd affinity for his toes…
Meanwhile, the Mayor has been her busy self with all sorts of mayorial business.
Here we see her actually working in her yard—the Mayor has not quite yet grasped the concept of
deadheading spent blooms, preferring rather to remove all blooms…
She fancies herself as a natural-born landscaper as we see her assisting her “Da” in
gathering up pine straw…
She has also been busy in the decorating process as she had installed her very own new
additions to the main bathroom…voila
Yet unfortunately, during what was supposed to be a week of productive healing,
I must report that the Sherrif has gotten an upper respiratory infection
along with a throat infection…we’ve been to the Pediatric Urgent Care earlier in the week.
And thus, in like kind, the Sheriff has graciously now passed along this malady
to his day nurse and chief woobooville aid.
Since the Sheriff is still very puny, we are scheduled to go see his pediatrician this afternoon.
A six-month-old who cannot blow his nose and who is constantly coughing, as well as
drowning in a sea of mucus as his throat is sore and hoarse…
squeaking and croaking rather than cooing and babbling, is well, troubling.
So hopefully, this now ailing nurse will then be able to depart, late this evening,
after nearly 9 days of constant care, beaming homeward—
we hope… while the Sherriff begins to finally dry up!
Prayers said that the Mayor and the remaining staff will stay as healthy as possible!!
The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you.
Do not be afraid;
do not be discouraged.”