And here I am.
So, here I am back after the last week from hell and the weekend from below hell. Needless to say, all is well; however, having older siblings can leave us with lots of surprises. My older brother, who is like twenty years older than I and my other older brother who is twenty two years older than I have both been ill: one has cancer and the other has a bad heart. My older sister called me last week to tell me that the brother with cancer had come down with pneumonia and we needed to rush over to Amarillo, which, if any of you haven’t been there, is the armpit of the world. So, all six of my sisters and I proceeded to head out to Amarillo and I am the most fit, so I was elected driver of one of my sister’s mini—gigantic—van—that has every honk if you love god sticker on it and honk if you think we need to end that war…well, all the way through the other Bible belt, big trucks honked, little trucks honked, and cars honked and I kept saying, why are all these people honking at us, and my sister said, well, it’s probably because we are just seven beautiful older women travelling alone. Yeah, I say, and then add but have you gals looked in the mirror. It was at the twentieth of five hundred pee stops that I saw the stickers and said, did you see these stickers and they all say, well yeah. So, that’s how the trip went and then we get to the hospital and my older brother who has the bad heart begins telling us that the nurse said he needed to eat more prunes because his heart is so bad and if he strains…again, you can see how this is going. My brother who has cancer did have pneumonia but he was in no immediate danger of walking through the pearly gates as he so eloquently puts it. But, I ended up spending the next few days with all of my siblings and by the time I got home last night, I felt like the walk down memory lane was more like a crawl down memory lane and I was very happy to be home with my four girls and blind husband. So, how the hell have all you been doing?
I laughed so hard at the sight (in my mind) of the van... Thanks for the visual!!! I visited Arkansas, once. My former best friend tried to convert me to living in the Bible Belt, I think I was not well received... sigh.
Here's to wishing your family BETTER health, and hoping YOU have a stress free Christmas (is that even possible?)
Brenda : )~
So sorry about the brothers' health. I will pray for them, and you and your sisters.
That was a good one about the bumper sticker on the van.
Hugs,
Trish
Albert Schweitzer
Laureen
My Mantra is that I do not determine my success by the number hanging in my closet, nor will I let the scale determine that success either. . . It is through trial and error I will continue to grow and succeed. . . Laureen
"Success is a journey, not a destination." Ben Sweetland
I am the youngest of four and I get along well with my brothers but if I had to spend that much time in a car with my sister, I'd go stark raving mad. No one gets along with Rosemary; she's always crabby.
Sounds like a week from hell.
I love the image of you driving the "Fundie-van" through a chunk of America's bible-laden belt while kept prisoner by six genetically-related members of the opposition.
Glad the boys were in finer fettle than expected. I generally buy the giant, economy-sized bottles of stool-softener available at Costco and Walmart. Inexpensive, easy to swallow and no refrigeration needed. However, it is generally very satisfying to tell someone that they are full of stewed prunes.
YMMV
