We’re all happy and relieved that Sharon’s family made it back to Maryland OK. I guess their only hitch was the 2-hour delay in Evanston, but they still made their targeted stop that night. Dad and I really miss them, though; we really enjoyed the few days that our house was their headquarters. I guess the New Years Eve party was wild and crazy, at least it sounded like that. I was upstairs stretched out in the recliner with agonizing gut cramps. And then, in case there hadn’t been enough partying, there was another party the next night. Nora’s family was on their way home from the cabin, and they brought the party with them. It was too late for me to join in, but Dad and I smelled the bacon from the jalapeno poppers.
By the way, in spite of the Mair party at the cabin, it really isn’t open for occupancy yet. We still have to have the final inspection and then get a certificate of occupancy. (The fake one Allen uploaded doesn’t count.) There are about four things the contractor needs to finish, including getting a door for the Moose bathroom (who knows where the other one went!) and I’m going to start pestering him this week.
On New Year’s day Mandy and Eddie came to our house to visit Sharon’s family, and for some reason Sonia was obsessed with Eddie. Maybe because he doesn’t like cats. She sat on the bench next to him, staring adoringly, waiting for a chance to jump on his lap and make starfish paws. He totally ignored her, which drove her crazy. She wasn’t used to being ignored, because Sharon’s family had admired and petted her every minute of every day they were here. After they left to drive home, she wandered aimlessly around the house for a couple of days. Now she’s hanging out more with Scout, so it’s all OK.
I’m supposed to meet with my oncologist one of these days, but he’s been very sick with something they won’t tell us about. Whenever I ask, they say they don’t even know if he’ll get better. Maybe he has cancer! That would be odd. During my chemo I was seeing his partner, the lady from India, but I had too much trouble understanding her. For example, she said “I don’t want you to womit.” I had to think about that for a minute. And you have to understand your oncologist completely, because it’s a matter of life and death. If poor Dr. Lewis doesn’t recover, I’ll have to find somebody new, that I can understand. I’m sure everything will work out for me, though, and I’ll live as long as I’m supposed to. About the only good thing in all this is that I have a permanent handicap sticker for our car. Dad absolutely loves it. I do, too.
I hope you’re all having a great new year! Lots of love, Mom
