Our family celebrations are much smaller these days with most of our family no longer in our community But we did have a pleasant Easter with the Taylor family. Trent and Brianna were both home from college and died beautiful eggs for us. After worship, we six gathered for dinner at the farm, and later I took plates into Katherine and her aide and visited there. Grandson Sam had surprised us oldsters by flying home for his birthday weekend, so he showed up at the farm coming and going while spreading himself thin to see both sides of his family. Getting to see her son unexpectedly definitely made Katherine's holiday. Sam did not surprise his cousins because they all keep in close touch thanks to cell phones.
Last Wednesday was Katherine's
bithday, so I made her a cake I sometimes made her years ago—an
angel food with a bouquet of real flowers with the vase hidden in the
center hole of the cake. We took chicken and dumpling dinners from a
local restaurant and had birthday dinner in her bedroom with the help
of her excellent aide. As I had not been organized enough to know
the time to send to Mary Ellen with Brian in the field, they dropped
in later to sing “Happy Birthday” with us when we cut the cake.
With gifts to open, a call from Sam and others, and all the cards in
the mail and Facebook greetings, that was the best we could do, and
Katherine was smiling and appreciative.
The Taylors are without a kitchen
right now as they are replacing floor and cabinets and doing other
rehab work. When Gerry came through here on his way to a softball
weekend at Lexington, Mary Ellen came over to see him and brought
Fifi to enjoy a bit of country life running in the fields since her
life has been torn up too by all the workmen in the house with her.
Before Gerry and Gerald took off in his rented pickup carrying the
team's pitching machines, there was a demonstration of bird dogs brought
up to the farm from Knoxville. Mary Ellen and I had to laugh to
notice that Fifi was not intimidated by those big dogs. She marked
her territory to let them know this was her farm. Gerry brought in
four quail eggs for Mary Ellen to fry for Brian, which she laughingly
and graciously accepted although she had never served such before.
Then she remembered she had no kitchen—so I am saving them for her.
I listened to Friday night game
on the computer and was pleased with the A&M's victory over
Kentucky, and someone put a photo of Gerald at the game on Facebook.
But weekend began going downhill when I learned that our Jeannie and
husband Rick were driving home from Rochester and they would be going
back Sunday afternoon to have same-day surgery yesterday morning to
repair a problem caused by the port left in after her chemo. Jeannie
kept emphasizing it was “not a big deal,” but I did not believe
her for a minute. So when it stormed all night, I felt as I often
do that nature was upset as I was. I do not know how much it rained
because our rain gauge was run over at five inches when I emptied it
the next morning.
We are on a hill side, so we do
not worry about flooding. I was grateful that my diligent husband
had noticed and made a point on Thursday to repair the very tiny
“wanna be a gully I grow up” on the side of the slope on our lane. He also
cleared the debris off the filter on the emergency overflow pipe on
the far end of our lake. The first thing he asked when I told him
about the rain storm was whether the water went over the dam. And I
was able to tell him the overflow had worked perfectly thanks to his
But many people in our area as
well as other areas of the nation did not fare so well. Lakes formed
beside many roads here, and some roads became lakes. Our homeless shelter
and many other homes were flooded. The Catholic church opened for
those needing shelter, and the Red Cross came in with emergency
shelter. And people are still hurting and coping.
Katherine had one aide out sick
and another who had a car wreck, so I took the highway into her house
to avoid the closed roads. We listened to the A&M-Kentucky game
together on her TV screen, and we felt together the pain of defeat.
Of course, we assumed we'd win again on Sunday, but we didn't.
I went back to town through light
rain that evening to give Katherine night pills, but then drove home
through torrential rain. I knew then I would stay home the next day
and not venture out unless necessary. I slept very late and poured
out another over five inches of rain from the gauge. Fortunately
Katherine's aide was back, and I had the restful Sunday I needed. I
prayed for Jeannie's surgery coming up, ate up left-overs in the
fridge, found a play-by-play game account on Kentucky's website that
let me follow the game, and looked forward to seeing Gerald and Gerry
when they arrived that evening from Lexington.
Despite a fall the
night before from catching his foot on a stob in an unofficial
walkway between the outdoor pizza place and their motel, Gerald was
in a good mood. With his hand he had bandaged up very professionally
after he picked the gravel out, he and Gerry had me laughing during
snacks at the kitchen table as they told of their misadventures.
(Gerald had a regular doctor appointment today, and the doctor said
his hand looked good.) I am sure Gerry was exhausted because he went
straight to bed after his shower instead of running over to visit a
friend as he wanted to do, and I think he and Gerald slept as good as
I did the night before.
Yesterday after we saw Gerry off
for Texas, I was focused on waiting for Rick's call that Jeannie's
surgery had gone well. The good call came, and I relaxed. They stayed
at their motel in Rochester last night, and today they were on their
way home. I thank God for that. Gerry and the pitching machines are back
on campus today, and he is cheerful on Facebook. Gerald has picked
the asparagus in his garden and cleaned out the overflow filter
again. He is ready for the next deluge.
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