WHERE, OH WHERE?

My father used to sing a little ditty to us girls when we were kids that just came back to my mind. I don't know if he made it up or not. But it said, "Where, oh where has my little dog gone? Where, oh where can he be? With his ears cut long and his tail cut short, Where, oh where can he be?"

And that's probably what you're wondering about me, too! Where, oh where can she be? I didn't realize it had been so long since I've blogged.

Right now we're expecting a call momentarily that my husband's youngest brother has passed away. He's had myloma for years which has been in remission until the last week or two when it returned with a vengeance. They've taken him off life support and all the family are with him. They even have the funeral pretty well planned. My husband plans to attend of course, and that means flying from Seattle, Washington (we live about 60 miles north) to Denver, Colorado. There's so much to do, including some shopping before he goes -- he doesn't have a winter coat, for one thing. We don't need such things here in Mt. Vernon, WA. But Denver, CO is a different story! He's got some nice pants, but they're not dressy enough for a funeral. All his hats are old, too, so he wants a new hat! I will stay here and he wants to be sure there's gas in the car and groceries in the house -- not that I'm completely helpless. I can still drive; it's getting in and out of the driver's side of the car that's difficult. And walking isn't easy. We're on needles and pins, waiting for the final call -- at least I am -- and then getting flights to coordinate with his three sons (in Idaho and California) so he's not traveling alone all the time. I need to make sure he takes everything he needs with him. All that's on my mind and I just can't seem to settle down to do anything!

So be patient a few more days. I'll be back once all of this is over and things settle down! Just wanted you to know I haven't forgotten you!

Preacher's Kid