The Last Seven Months

have been a financial, emotional and physical struggle here.  On my birthday, November 2014, our youngest daughter was in a car wreck through no fault of hers.  The other involved party had no insurance and in a lax moment to save money the daughter did not tick uninsured motorists on her policy trying to save money.  Bare bones liability was all she had.

Between doctor's visits and surgeries we kept her and her six year old son here. We shuttled Z back and forth to school the rest of the school year.  There was no other option.

We got on each other's nerves, she would have kicked me a few times if she had two good feet, we had crying jags, we had a few fits and pouts and a few items were slammed down strongly but we got through.  I will be grateful to have my art sewing room back and Andrew will be glad he can leave his door open again.  There are too many things to list of why her father and I are glad but we are very grateful.  All of us thought this day might never come.  Praise God, it did.

After breaking her talus bone in her foot and a collective two weeks in the hospital, nine surgeries later and an extreme bout of infection, she is limping with out a walker, no wheel chair and no cane. Hallelujah!

We have found a inexpensive car to replace her lost one.  They placed her on "medical leave" so she still has a job to return to and things are looking rosier for all concerned. She is temporarily in her home and the stress level for all of us has dropped about 99%.

There are a few wrinkles to iron out but there are celebrations, too. After this Monday which includes a trip to Z's specialist for his ears and a round of stops to insurance, tax office, and revenue office we can officially kick her out and she will be legal to drive...and hopefully be able to work.

We were all blessed but we didn't realize it while squeezed in the middle of all the distress generated by such a situation.  I do know these setbacks were far better than planning a funeral.

I think we're all gonna enjoy this change.

Donations of cash and Valium can be sent to...teasing!

Update to update:  She is home again for Z's appointment tomorrow (I had that wrong!).  Her foot is still infected. Although she can walk, she has other issues that have arisen.  Insurance says six days were too long for her last admission and has refused to pay the bill...said it could have been done in four days!  Work wants her at 100 percent when she returns.

Lord, please bless us some more soon.  Amen.

Looking Out The Window Of My Car

Cowboy!

Meet Robert Wheat, son of Rick Wheat, inventor of the patented Noavel Head Stall. Robert trains horses using the Noavel. He came by to get his mail and knocked on the back door. I asked permission to take his picture so I could show you a local cowboy. He said he wasn't worth a freckle on a real cowboy's behind. However, he does always seem to be training one horse or another. Word gets around.
Placing his mail in his saddle bag, he prepares for more training. He rides the horses in town plus in all conditions. I wish I had my camera the other day...Robert was at the drive thru at the local bank on a horse!

And, yes, Billy, my Australian saddle has a horn!

At this sign you turn on County Road Nine to get to my house.

Take the left fork...

Follow the road to the end!

Now you know how to find me.