December was a blur. I bought Christmas Cards. I bought stamps. I got labels printed. It is all still sitting in the office.
I host my International Club in mid January. Since I was literally spending all January at Tess’s, in desperation I pleaded for help from my club members. “I’ll have it at my house. I won’t be here but Tom will!!” (Do you think that man is destined for sainthood?) I’ll write a story sometime about all the stuff I have dumped on him, surprised him with, (such as Tess), abandoned him for......
And they did. Twenty-five women showed up, noisy, boisterous, silly. Tom had their bar ready, some appetizers prepared, the house in order, and then he retired to his back room to wait out the invasion. “They sure had a good time,” was his only comment.
And the clean dishes, glasses, leftover napkins, are still on the buffet waiting for me to put them away. It is now February and in three weeks I leave for Alaska, but first there is another week at Tess’s and something going on every weekend. All of a lighter vein, thank the Lord.
Surgery was successful. Recovery has been slow with hitches such as drains for three weeks, a popped drain, infections, low blood counts, rashes. Niggling, annoying glitches that make one want to lash out with impatience and frustration. And of course, no lifting, pushing, pulling which was why I was there because a 2-year-old is endless pushing, pulling, lifting. As noted before, Team Tess goes the way of the Leader. When Tess is ailing, so is the Team. When Tess is on the mend, so is the Team.
Last week we actually had fun because we could make excursions that weren’t connected with doctor visits. Gavin was delightful and when you are rocking a soft warm cuddly toddler to sleep, all is right with the world.
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