Last Wednesday was Wendi-Willie Day. The next day was Wendi-Indy Day. You have to make sure the kids get equal time with you, you know? I’ll tell the story of the Wendi-Willie Day another time. It’s not over, and I kind of need it to be over. For so many reasons….
Tag: obsessive
The Bank, Part 2
So let’s recap. Willie wanted to open a joint bank account with me, and Indy bought unusable land in Texas back in the 1960s. On my second attempt to help Willie open a bank account at the Temple of Doom, I discovered Willie had misplaced her driver’s license. We had to…
Not A Happy Camper
You guys know I went camping this summer. I have one thing to say about it. Well, actually I have a lot to say about it. But I’ll start with this: Camping is stupid. I’m not saying people who camp are stupid. My husband, brother, dad, and father-in-law all enjoy camping….
Forget About It
Oh guys. I haven’t forgotten you. It’s been a bananas summer. Let’s talk about Willie. Willie forgets stuff. I mean, all the time. She couldn’t figure out how to renew her driver’s license. She forgot that Indy, on occasion, freezes. She forgot that Indy’s freezing bought him a stroke workup. She…
My Skink Don’t Want None
I want you to think about your worst fear. What is it? Dying in a plane crash? Being buried alive? Ghosts? What if your worst fear was realized? What if you awoke to a ghost drifting through your bedroom? What if you were buried alive and – even worse – Ryan Reynolds wasn’t…
Save The Trees
Indy had one final telehealth speech appointment. One final opportunity for Indy and Willie to toy with my sanity. I strolled into the Temple of Doom, my computer and Indy Notebook tucked under my arm. I take notes during all of Indy’s appointments – speech, neurology, audiology, whatever. I carefully date the notes, and…
Worms, Worms, Worms
As you read this, I want you to know I’m OK, despite the terrible things that happened. You may be aware we spent Father’s Day weekend at The Cabin. We did so not only to celebrate Don and my father-in-law Big Don, but also to observe Donny’s birthday. I know. That’s a lot…
In A Lather
I have an idea. My idea has drawn some doubt. Mockery even. But I will not be deterred. Well, I don’t feel quite that strongly about it. Let’s just go with I won’t be deterred from talking about it. Living with a hunter, I have discovered that one does not simply pick…
Mean-ior Citizens
I’m not supposed to tell this story. But sometimes, stories just want to be told. When Indy And Willie moved to their independent living facility, they believed it to be nirvana. There’s a pool and pool table. A movie theater and classes to get them moving. A café with groceries and a bus…
Ducking Ridiculous
Once, years ago, I tried to get Don into the one outdoor activity I really enjoy. Skiing. I was hoping to cultivate a Johnny Come Lately – Donny Come Lately? – Shaun White. What I actually cultivated was a 6’2” human snowball with a sprained finger. It was years before that…