Rancho Sierra Vista

Today is the first day of being alone. When we got home from our mission tour in April, Rebecca and her boys were here. We spent the next almost three months going to doctors to find out how to solve her medical problems caused by the DUMB doctors in Mississippi and Alabama. We can’t even remember the times we drove to Utah. The good news is, she finally got it resolved and is feeling better, much better. I can always tell when she if feeling herself, she begins to boss me around and help me to stay focused on my projects. She and Keith and the boys went home a little over a week ago. That journey is a story in and of itself.

I went to Utah to help Kim with Jared’s little girls. He had surgery. We had fun. Then I stayed on to help Kim as she was going down hill fast because the pharmacy hadn’t filled her presciption for injections instead of transfusions. (Cancer stuff) I stayed until she finally got the drugs, a week late, and began the totally falling apart before the getting better.

Dad’s red truck had fifth gear die so we made a trip to Phoenix to have it fixed while still under warranty. It was only 114 in Phoenix, a little too warm for me. We survived and made it back home again.

It is hard not having the kids here. I am now trying to play catch up on all the things that need to be done. When I got home from Utah the flowers were dead, or eaten by the sheep. Yes, dad is now letting the sheep free range. Poop everywhere and my plants that were so beautiful are gone. Bummer.

What I’m trying to say, is that we are doing ok, but filling my days with things that need to be done instead of listening to and playing with my grandchildren is just not the same. You know you fly high then you just have to come back to earth and do the daily tasks that make life on the ranch what it is.