Good News or Bad News

Family News

After spending all afternoon cleaning carpets yesterday (more on that later), I decided to hop in the shower. At that precise moment my phone rang. Angie thoughtfully hunted it down but it had stopped ringing by the time she found it. She politely brought it to me in the shower and announced it had rung. I poked out and checked the number and saw it was an unknown Charlottesville number. I immediately thought it must be my sister at the hospital delivering her child. Angie asked why I thought that as I called the number and got a hospital switchboard. I asked for my sister ("Julie Dawson, I mean Julie Govan, Julie Dawson Govan") and was on hold while I turned and answered Angie: "Well, it a Charlottesville area code and hospital--it's either really good news, or really bad news!"

After 2 minutes on hold my voicemail indicator went off, so I decided to drop the hold and check my voicemail. Hmm, bad news. My mother had broken her ankle and was needing surgery and they would get back to me shortly.

Very sad for the family. Mom and had finally gotten everything arranged for some time off to be able to be in VA with my sister for her upcoming child, and Julie had thoughtfully waited to deliver. Now mom was being taken care of by her full-term pregnant daughter. Poor Mom. I know her pain though. Apparently in my moms effort to relive her youth through following her sons adventures, she will have the same amount of pins and plates in her ankle as I have in my arm.

My step-father is on his way to Charlottesville as of about 6:30 this morning and Mom is in surgery right now, so I pray all goes well.

Our News

Angie and I really don't have much news. The baby is still on the way, and we are still prepping at a steady rate. Angie is steadily feeling better, but is not back to normal. It's funny though, she and I used to joke about things we did or didn't like, foods, dogs, etc., but lately she is not joking. Her complaints are the same but instead of laughing about what she has just said, she looks at me steadily but with an air of "you gonna' just sit there starin' at me or you gonna' make [current_complaint] better?" It is a little off-putting when for example, she decides that all of our area rugs need to be put in the attic, as she did again yesterday. One of her pregnancy side-effects is an apparently common increased sense of smell. Some smells that she loved now make her ill, while all other scents are amplified. It makes things tough on her, especially with our four dogs, who are not neutral smelling. Hence I spent yesterday cleaning carpets with a solution of white vinegar, light detergent and cool water. If nothing else, maybe she will think they are cleaner and thus they won't need to be rolled up and jammed in the attic.

Just a brief snapshot of life in Mt. Pleasant.

I will try to be a bit more diligent about posts, we have a doctors appointment coming up on Tuesday, so more news then, I am sure