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2:40p
My sneaky family ducked out this morning without waking me.  How they did that, I have no idea.  Yesterday, I was sure they woke the whole camp getting ready for school. It was a quarter to nine when my eyes popped open.  I panicked for a moment, thinking that we were late for the day.  Turns out it was only me that was late.  I was late taking my medicine.

I down my Contin with a cup of hot coffee and settled into my favorite chair on my roving porch with my laptop to surf.   Nothing going on out there in cyber space.  I got a second cup of coffee and switched to my book.  That used up a little bit of time.  Oh, but this “”resting”" is boring!  I watched people pulling out for parts unknown.  Wishing I was going with them.  There is a such thing as too much rest, I tell ya.

Climbing back in the RV, I tripped over the discarded PJ’s of a seven year old stinker. And I had a sneaky idea of my own.  Hehe

My mother called about thirty minutes later.

“Are you laying down?”
“No. I am being sneaky.”
“I am afraid to ask.”
“Don’t tell anyone. I am doing the laundry!”
“Your not supposed to be doing the laundry, are you?”
“No.  And that’s what is so sneaky about it!  When in my life, mother, have I ever had to sneak and do the laundry?  And when in my life have I ever enjoyed doing the laundry so much?”

We have to wallow in life’s little pleasures.

The plan was to get all the laundry washed and put away before the kids were home from school and see how long it would take them to notice. Alas, it took more time than I thought.  I am here, outside the school waiting for the dismissal bell and the laundry is only mostly done and sitting on the couch.  Ten minute projects, remember Teresa?

Dan called while I was on my way to school.  “Yes, I am awake and on my way to get your children!”

He pretended that wasn’t why he called.  But it was.
“Can you blame me?”
“No.”
“What did you do today?”
“Agh . . . Nothing.”   Hehe.

Oh, there’s the bell. Gotta go.

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5:30p
Dan is on his way home. Will he thank me for doing the laundry or be mad?  I think he will tell me that I shouldn’t have done it, but secretly be glad.  Shall we take bets on it?

Week one of my three week “rest period” is almost over. My mind is still wondering what’s going on with the ladies at the center and I missed my dinner with my city family this week.  I wonder if it will fade to memory or if the routine of the last five weeks has been burnt into the front burner of my mind.

Last night I was missing my Kelli.  Last Wednesday, I planned to cook for Kelli and Tim.  Tim couldn’t come though and Kelli decided that we should go to her favorite Asian place instead of dinner in the hotel room.  It was nice to hang with her as two adults out for the evening.  I have waited a long time for that.  We gossiped and giggled. And chatted about her work and her play. She finally told me that the weekend before she flipped Tim’s four wheeler and went flying through the air with the greatest of ease.
“Why didn’t you tell me right away!”
“I knew you would yell at me for riding a four wheeler.  Wait. It wouldn’t matter if you minded! I’m an adult now!”

Hehe.  She still hears me in her head.  Cool.

The next night I had dinner with Denny and Leenie.  We met at a diner that advertised apple pie ala mode for 25 cents!  You had to buy dinner to get it though.  My hosts both ordered the Pot Roast -that’s what Dan always orders when we go there.  The waitress turned to me and asked, “Pot Roast for you too?”  I didn’t even think before answering.  “No thank you, my Pot is already Roasted!  I’ll have the meatloaf!”  She didn’t get my graduation-from-radiation humor.  But Denny and Leenie did.  And we thought up many more “roasted rump” jokes. (I will never cease to be the butt of all jokes-pun intended- for the rest of my life!). My Brother-in-law and his wife are two of the funniest people I have ever met.  We laughed our way through the main course and right into desert.  In between, they told me some things that I will carry in my heart forever.  I never spent much time with them alone without our collective kids running around, causing mayhem. It was nice.  I miss them this Thursday night.

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8:00p
Dan was proud of me for getting the laundry done.  Something so mundane becomes heroic. I am feeling it tonight, though.  I feel it in my mind -I did something normal!  I feel it in my body, too - I did something stupid!

I don’t know if you can tell just how bored I am!  Laundry!

I should be looking for a physical therapy center that will take me after the surgery.  Without insurance.  I am afraid to even ask how much it will be.  I don’t even know what I will need.  I don’t know . . . I don’t know much of anything.  Lol.  This is my first rodeo and I am not much liking being a rookie.  Putting it off is not helping me learn what it’s going to take, I guess.

Tomorrow I will start making calls.  I have been putting it off because I don’t want a repeat of the first months of this fight.  Begging for treatment and getting the run-around.  Once more I need to cowboy up and get it done.

And I think I will run over to the river and dangle my feet off the dock.  Maybe hang on the camp store porch and see who’s catching fish.  That’s what I need to get me out of this funk.  Some adult conversation.   Ya.  That’s the ticket.

Tomorrow I will make sure I am not so bored that I have to sneak around and do the dishes or something!

Hasta Manana, baby.