Hupdates: How much for an American Classic, and matters of the heart.

Last week we had a garage sale! Well, it was held at my parent’s house, and was full of my grandparents stuff, but I helped (insert southern twang, “I haeleepd”). It sucked. I did not have enough sleep, and it came the day after a little storm. Okay, a huge storm. A kinda tornadic storm. So I was making signs for the garage sale and I hear this noise, look at The Husband, “is that what I think it is?” “tornado sirens.” I RAN to my bed, pulled off the pillows, and down comforter, and threw them in the tub. RAN to The Son’s room, yanked him out of his crib, and within 7 seconds of first hearing the siren, The Son, The Dog, and I were in the ugly tub, (the nicer tub was wet ((and on an outside wall))) huddled under downy comfort. The Husband was still walking back from the front of the house. I said, “get in here! I will kick out the dog!” “Nah, I am fine.” Sigh! Men are so stubborn. Does any man do what they are supposed to to stay safe? I sincerely hope that it does not take a house falling on him to prove that I am always right. So we were in the tub for almost an hour, and The Son slept through the whole thing. Yes, this is the same child who wakes up if you sneeze across the house. Anyway, when it became pretty clear that we were not going to get blown away just yet, and I had clipped the baby’s nails, counted the fish on his jammies (they had a 6:1 ratio of sharks to lobsters), and examined the grout around the faucet, I unfolded all of the legs and arms and tails out of the tub and got back to work getting ready for the sale.

Friday morning dawned gray, cold, and with intermittent thunderstorms. I was certain that no one would show up for a garage sale in this mess, so I brought a book. Well it turned out that there was a steady stream of customers the whole day. I went home exhausted, and forgot all about my book for this week’s Read it or Rant. The next morning during a lull of the sale, I asked The Mom, “Where is my book?” “What book?” “Grapes of Wrath, I left it here yesterday” “Uh-oh! I think I sold it. Some lady brought up a book with an armload of stuff, and asked how much it was. It was a paperback so I let her have it for 50cents.” “MOM!! That was my Book, it was a library book! It had a bookmark in it, and was sitting with my stuff!” “Oops!”

Anyway, my book got sold, I owe the library 13 dollars, but it was a very successful sale. We managed to hock most of my grandparents valuables, and unvaluables. We were so tired that we stopped for fast food on the way home, and while I was at the drink machine, on his daddy’s watch, The Son fell off of a booster seat that was balanced on the top of a booth. BLOOD was EVERYWHERE. He had a fat lip, and was a little bruised, but fine.

The Husband and I had his and her dentist appointments yesterday, and on the way home we got…..a call. A bad call. My FIL was in the hospital. Again. My FIL is beyond awesome, and I credit my husband’s wonderfulness directly to his parents. FIL has always looked like he was in good shape, had an active job, and ate…well it could have been worse. Last September MIL and FIL came to our town and we all took The Son to his first fair. We noticed that FIL was not being himself, and he said that he had hurt his back working. I even teased him for not riding the scary rides with me. The next day we got a call that he had had a heart attack and was being helicoptered to Capital City. He wound up having quadruple bypass surgery. We PRAYED in all caps for several weeks, but we recovered really well, and seemed to have been in better shape than ever. Back to yesterday. A call. chest pains. Admitted to hospital. The Husband and I hightailed it to The Hospital in the Middle of Nowhere (who did not have a second floor, straight from 1 to 3. Really!) while The Son stayed with his Grammy and Grandpa. Today FIL had a stint put in, and hopefully that is the end of his heart problems. FIL, we will come visit you even if you are not in the hospital!!

I am looking forward to a nice boring week from here on out, now I am back to reading “The Grapes“.

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