Hello blogland!

I haven't been too faithful in my blogging of late. It certainly seems as though time has flown by this week.

It was a crazy Memorial day weekend. Of course the truck drivers didn't care if Krl or I either one got a day off. One driver's envelope (which contains all his loads for the previous week) didn't arrive until our Tuesday mail run (around 4 in the afternoon), of course I was at the parts store, so that meant when I got home I had work to do. When I do the driver settlements, I also do the billing, then Krl receives the settlements and I take all the billing and usually go to Kinko's to make copies. (We have talked about getting a copier here at the house, but we would like to have some features that are not available on the machines that are affordable). So for the time being, I am making Kinko's rich, forty-two copies at a time. That is how many pages I copied last week. By the time I stopped in at Office Depot to buy some envelopes, I arrived back home at 8:23 in the evening.

The following morning I woke about four-thirty with a nagging aching in my right knee. I took some Aleeve and laid back down only to wake a handfull of minutes before I needed to be walking out the door!

I hate it when I have to rush to get out the door. Often it seems that sets the tone for my whole day!

In exciting family news this week, Jake and Lindsey revealed that they are expecting. Twins. We are excited for them! Doctors have had Lindsey in the hospital this week. She has had horrible bouts of morning sickness and became very dehydrated. Still the doctors have told them the babies are strong and looking good!

The parts store has been extremely "spurty". It seems that when we are busy we are busy, but when we are slow we are very slow. It seems as though customers have been shopping for some really weird stuff, or they give you the wrong year model for their vehicle and then call back griping about getting the wrong part. Duh! Odds are if you give me the wrong year model I am extremely handicapped on providing you with a suitable replacement part.

If I were a surgeon, you might as well blindfold me before I operate on you!

Speaking of surgeons, Memama met with her's yesterday in Lubbock. Two of her pins are loose and the Doctors say if they come out, trash them. That would leave the two horizontal pins.

I didn't take Memama and Pepa. Pat did. Like me until last week, Pat had not seen Memama's hand unwrapped. I think we both shared in our shock at the amount of swelling, but were relieved that most of the sutures were the result of the surgery, not the injury. Most of the skin is still gone from the palm. Yet, the most encouraging thing for me (having been through a hand trauma) Her fingers, save the base knuckles, apparently were spared any breakage or ligament/tendon damage. The crushing injury was limited to her base knuckles and the bones on the top or back of her hand. Bad enough, but not as bad as it could be.

The Doctors are concerned about Memama developing "claw" hand. Her fingers are bending and it is extremely painful to try to straighten them. It is going to be paramount for Memama to work with them and try to straighten them, a little at a time.

I can remember I had all sorts of gadgets. I had a glove I slept in which had hooks on the palm and on the tips of the fingers and I would put a rubber ball in my palm and connect the rubber bands on the hooks. (This was to keep my fingers flexible). Prior to that I had a splint with a metal "T" that came up between my middle and ring finger and each finger was in a leather sling and connected by rubber bands to the "T". (This was to straighten the fingers).

My biggest concern is that when I had my hand injury I was only eighteen. Memama is seventy-eight. It is going to take a lot of "work" to get her hand anywhere near what it was before.

It is such a shame and so uncalled for.

I am trying to psyche myself. Since I am Krl's new lawn boy, I am trying to get myself ready to mow. Almost three weeks ago, I got out of K.O.'s big Peterbilt truck and stepped wrong or twisted wrong and my knee is still angry. I swear Orville Reddenbacher would be proud with how it pops and cracks. It feels so so right now, but I know how it is going to feel after I mow.

Oh the aging process.

Well, the school year is done! I talked with Rian and Holt this afternoon and they were on their way to the lake. This will be twice in a week for them.

I talked with Rian yesterday after he finished his day at school and he and the entire family went to register their boat (actually it is Rian's and Kyle Brown's). Trying to kill two birds with one stone, Rian was going to loop by one of his barbecue customer's home, who had ordered some barbecue for her daughter's graduation party. Rian said as he was driving, the car was filled with the wonderful aroma of barbecue. So much that he commented to Erica about how good that food smelled.

Immediatedly, Erica turned to look and she exclaimed, "Reid Holden Freeman, you don't eat that barbecue!"

I always knew if it was a three name offense I was in bad trouble!

It seems the baggies filled with the barbecue were in the back of the Expedition and the five year old took liberty to open a gallon baggie of sliced german sausage and begin eating it. He wasn't stingy, he was sharing with his three year old brother!

They probably wouldn't have noticed if he had simply passed a few slices all the way to the front!

Have a day and a weekend!

FATHER, thank YOU for getting us through another week! This one was all YOU! We continue to lift up Memama to YOU for YOUR gifts of healing. We also lift up Lindsey for your care as well. Rest us well.