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Monday Update: 10/13/08


Is it weird that I was actually looking FORWARD to a Monday? I’m not sure I’ve ever really been glad to welcome a Monday before (except when on vacation)…but this week I was happy it was Monday and I didn’t have any obligations after work…I could just go HOME! What a concept!! Oh, how I miss the days of getting home at 4:30ish and relaxing with Matt, taking my time getting supper on the table, enjoying the late afternoon, etc. Our 4 days of acupuncture a week are starting to take their toll on me lately. While I know it is only temporary, and of course I want to do whatever Matt wants to try to bring healing, it is hard to keep up this tempo…especially with a cold. Of course, the hectic schedule may have increased the odds that I’d come down with a cold…but that’s neither here nor there really. I think we’re both a little run down right now…but I’m sure we’ll be on the rebound soon!

This weekend was another full one…but full of good stuff for sure. On Saturday I met up with my friend Gina and we headed down to Winterset for some antiquing and to take in the fall festivities down there. They were having their annual covered bridge festival and the small town was brimming with folks looking at the shops, crafts, and food vendors. Funny…we didn’t venture out to any of the bridges. Oh well! We did see lots of neat things, got some sore eyes, and ended up purchasing some great finds…as well as climbing around on tractors, wandering through the old jail, checking out pumpkins and other late fall plants on SALE! (We are both huge suckers for plants on sale!) Matt recorded the IA game for us so we all watched the game later in the evening together, lounging on the new couch and eating some yummy Casey’s pizza. Yeah, I’d say it was a pretty good day!

Sunday afternoon Matt’s parents and sister came down for dinner. Lissa was back in town for the weekend and we had a good time hanging out and catching up. I had chicken and noodles cooking in the crock pot and an apple pie cooling on the counter – a perfect fall meal. It was so nice to have the smell of all that home cooking floating around the house all day. Sometimes I think I should have been born a couple of generations ago…I would have made such a happy 50’s housewife – I’m ridiculously old fashioned.

I had to run Penny up to the vet again yesterday as she was exhibiting signs of a urinary tract infection. Sure enough – that seems to be the new issue she’s dealing with. Hopefully a round of antibiotics will nip that in the bud. Both doggies received a clean bill of health last week with the tumor removals both being curative. THANK GOODNESS! We shouldn’t have a problem with either one…and hopefully we won’t have any more un-routine pet expenses for a while! SHEESH!

Last week our brother in law Chad fell off a roof he was working on and broke his ankle pretty bad. He had to have surgery on Friday and will be laid up for quite a while. I’ve been thinking about them a lot and know how un-fun it is to have a husband in pain and discomfort. And I didn’t have to deal with 2 needy kids!! It’s going to be a lengthy recovery for him and Hope is going to have to step up and take on all the household responsibilities for a while, which I know can be a heavy burden. I know they’d appreciate some extra prayers as they deal with this unexpected blip on their radar.

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