What will be, will be. Yesterday started out kind of strange for me, emotionally. I felt out of sorts, like something was amiss, but I didn’t know what. We decided to take our pickup truck and put it in the shop — it had some kind of leak and Robert wasn’t up to working on it. We started out and I pulled out into the cul-de-sac, waiting for Robert to start out in front of me. He hesitated, so I went ahead and headed out. I turned onto Brite Valley and got halfway down and didn’t see him in my rearview mirror on the side of the car, so I stopped. He happened to take his eyes off the road for a minute and the next time he looked, I was stopped dead in the road. He hit me full on. It hurt my back and I’m now off to the dr’s to see if I can get an x-ray to see if there’s any broken bones. I’m hoping not… I can move o.k, but certain positions are extremely painful. Needless to say, I slept sitting up last night. I know there’s such a thing as premonitions, and I should have realized that something wasn’t quite right when I had such strong feelings yesterday morning. But we often ignore what we can’t understand, and I did just that.
I’d stopped on my way out when I saw our next door neighbor coming back home. I told her I thought we’d be able to make it to Arizona after all, but didn’t want to actually voice it for fear I would jinx it. And then, two blocks away, it got jinxed. <sigh> I told my husband that our kids were going to put us in a home if we didn’t start getting our act together better than we were doing.
I know we’re a long way off from a Senior Citizen’s care facility, but speaking of that, apparently a friend of ours has already signed up to accept one of the spots in the not-yet-built Senior Citizen complex to be built over by the new hospital! Tehachapi might be an o.k. place for seniors afterall! Though I know our kids want us back in San Diego when we reach that point.
Meanwhile, I’ve been draining the swamp of stuff I don’t use. I hit the pantry this morning and got the back seat and trunk of the car filled with stuff. I included the HP all in one printer that I gave up on. A little here, a little there, and eventually all will be cleared out and we’ll have a house that’s free of clutter and unnecessary stuff.
Be safe, be well, and please be happy. I ask for continued prayers for my daughter-in-law’s father, Max, who remains hospitalized after two surgeries on his stomach. Pray for healing and for the internal bleeding to stop. And pray for strength for him and his family as they move through this crisis. Thanks… and please be sure to tell those you love that you love them.