While going on vacation was a very needed break from recent pressures and got my mind back on track to tackle new things upon our return, some things are just unexpected and make us give thanks for what we have in our life.
My nephew was in a car accident involving the vehicle rolling over and him being thrown out the back window. It is a miracle that only his wrist was broken (shattered, to be realistic) and not that it should be downplayed, but he was so lucky that was his only major injury. After 2 surgeries, his docs say he is on the mend and should be just fine!
I am taking him cast cookies today (sugar makes you heal faster, you know - at least that's what my family thinks. My sister is making peanut clusters and my mom is making this awesome lemon dessert (I don't even like lemon!) See, this sweet-tooth thing runs in the family! My boyfriend's dad keeps asking if I'm selling enough cookies yet to quit my day job. Not exactly, but we are shopping around for a gas convection oven to help speed things along. I digress.
My nephew was in a car accident involving the vehicle rolling over and him being thrown out the back window. It is a miracle that only his wrist was broken (shattered, to be realistic) and not that it should be downplayed, but he was so lucky that was his only major injury. After 2 surgeries, his docs say he is on the mend and should be just fine!
I am taking him cast cookies today (sugar makes you heal faster, you know - at least that's what my family thinks. My sister is making peanut clusters and my mom is making this awesome lemon dessert (I don't even like lemon!) See, this sweet-tooth thing runs in the family! My boyfriend's dad keeps asking if I'm selling enough cookies yet to quit my day job. Not exactly, but we are shopping around for a gas convection oven to help speed things along. I digress.
If you are not a pet lover, cats in particular, you can skip the following, as you won't understand. I've had 2 cats the majority of my grown-up life, and got them when they were kittens. Roz who would turn 11 later this year, and Tipsy, just a year younger. They have lived with me in all my apartments, went to grad school with me in California and back again to Illinois. Kept me from giving up after my car accident. Brought more joy and unconditional love to my life than I've ever known. I got a cat because I thought they were independent. Roz was more like a dog from the get go; waiting on me to get home from work, sitting on my lap every chance he got. I got Tipsy to keep him company. Didn't work; he was a mama's cat and there was no going back! Tipsy prefers to be queen of the bed or any sunny spot in the house. Roz has been fighting a thyroid disorder and heart murmer for some time and not responding well to medication. When we came back from vacation, we spent a few days together before he had a seizure and we had to take him in to be put down late one night. I miss him terribly. Tipsy, oddly enough, is coming out of her shell and being more sociable. Maybe Roz just always stole the limelight. I'm glad I have a chance to show Tipsy how much she means to me, and always has, and I'm hoping she didn't ever feel like she was excluded.
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