It’s been a week. I feel like I’ve said that a lot lately, and frankly, I could use a break from reality. If anyone has a free ticket to a sunny beach and a fruity drink with a little umbrella they’re just itching to give away… I gladly accept donations.
As I wrote about a few weeks back, my Granny Aggie has been battling stage 4 kidney failure. She lost that battle last week. To say it has been a bit of a trying time is an understatement. On top of that, Facebook reminded me my Papa passed four years ago this week and Mom’s birthday is Sunday. I’m on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster as a result.
My temper is short, my sadness is long and I’ve spent a few times crying thanks to songs that tug at the heartstrings.
I firmly believe things happen for a reason and she’s in a much better place, and there is some comfort in that. I have recent memories I made, and I can hold on to the solace that our last phone call together ended in “I love you.”
On a more positive note, I had fun as an official observer of the Republican caucus Tuesday night. Thanks to my GPS, I was only lost for about 15 minutes searching for Leota’s town hall, which, it assured me, was in a driveway at the opposite end of town. Thanks, Google. Fortunately for me, a kind gentleman power washing a truck was able to get me going in the right direction. Thank you, sir. It was great to watch how the process works and to see so many people taking part in the political process.
This past weekend I was finally able to reconnect with a friend I’ve not had a chance to visit with in months. It was great to just get away to the farm and eat deliciously yummy dinner. The man is amazing in the kitchen. I got to meet new baby pigs and a new goat who loves to give kisses. This city girl has grown quite fond of goats. They remind me of dogs in how much personality they exhibit. When she wasn’t trying to nibble my pants pockets, she was more than excited to dish out nose and chin kisses. It was what I needed following the news of my Granny.