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In other news, I can touch my toes again. Barely. But three days ago, I couldn't get my fingertips past the tops of my ankles. On a normal day, I can grab the bottoms of my feet and put my forehead on my knees.
Get it? Pharm...acology. No, I'm not going to be a pharmacist. No, I'm not going to be *that* kind of doctor. What I just might be, though, is witty. Occasionally humorous or scathing. Maybe even slightly interesting. Let me know if it works.
"As he stared at her ample bosom, he daydreamed of the dual Stromberg carburetors in his vintage Triumph Spitfire, highly functional yet pleasingly formed, perched prominently on top of the intake manifold, aching for experienced hands, the small knurled caps of the oil dampeners begging to be inspected and adjusted as described in chapter seven of the shop manual," went Dan McKay's winning entry in the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.
Soo…vacation. I always feel like I need a vacation to recover from my vacations. Anyway, we went to see Dottie in the hospital on Saturday morning before we left. She was doing well after her second knee replacement, and was supposed to be going home today. Then we drove down to my parents’ house for a few days. My brother Daniel had come home on Friday, and was going to have to go back Saturday night because of some screwball that changed the duty roster after Daniel had left, because that guy didn’t want to have duty on the 4th of July. Daniel called a guy who finally offered to do it for $150. My family took up a collection to cover the “ransom.” My Uncle Steve and his fiancée Mel were there for the weekend as well, and he LOVES to cook. So we had some awesome Dungeness crab and corn on the cob for dinner, and then we all went up to Fredericksburg to see my other uncle Tim and his band play at a bar. They were really good and we had a lot of fun with everyone, although we didn’t get to bed until after 2AM.
The next morning, Daniel got a call asking “where are you?” Apparently the guy who extorted $150 out of him decided at the last minute that he didn’t want to do it after all, and just left. They found someone else to cover it since KG is about 5 hours away from
Monday we had another round of excellent food – slow cooked pulled pork that my uncle started making on Sunday afternoon, beef brisket, and a ton of fixings. We went down to the Dahlgren Navy Base around 8:30, and they had a nice fireworks show. We practically had front row seats – could see the guys running around lighting everything off at the airfields and all.
We drove down to
The next three days were pretty much the same. Julie has several hours of therapy (physical, occupational, and speech) earlier in the day. So we would all go out to lunch, and then go over to the hospital around 1:30. We would stay there until 7 or 7:30, when someone from their church would come to spend the night with her. Then we’d go out to eat dinner and then head back to the house and watch a movie before bed. We saw “The Manchurian Candidate” (which we had seen before but Mandy and Kyle hadn’t), “Hostage,” and “Something the Lord Made” while we were there. The last one was really neat to me, since it was about
As I mentioned below, Julie is now considered “semi-comatose.” She’s made quite a bit of progress since her second brain surgery, but it’s still all very slow. Her eyes are open, and she can occasionally follow a few commands and recognize people in pictures, but doesn’t talk or communicate other than holding up a finger in response to some questions. I had really thought (not just hoped, but honestly felt) that she was going to wake up while we were there. I was disappointed and a little confused when that didn’t happen. It makes me question a little, how I’m ever supposed to sort out when God is telling me something if I can’t believe that I know when it’s happening or not. Anyway, the bottom line is that she’s still got a long way to go, and she doesn’t look much like the picture below anymore, and both of those things make me very sad.
We drove back on Saturday, and traffic was worse since we were on the other side of DC and they didn’t have the HOV lanes open until we were already past all the exits on I-95. We got home, exhausted, around 7:30, ran out to the grocery store for some dinner fixings, and crashed pretty hard a little after 10. We did go to church today, which was nice, and out to the Mongolian grill in
So, kudos to you if you made it through all this without falling asleep. I didn’t take any vacation pictures (although I did see Mandy’s pictures of the accident and there was nothing left of the passenger side of her mustang, so it’s a miracle Julie wasn’t hurt more badly than she was). The only souvenir I have is 10 pounds of the best nectarines ever. Mmmm.












