Today was Brendan’s outpatient surgery.  The week has sort of flown by in a blur. Allen had to fly to FL unexpectedly for work on Tues morning. I ran B to his pre-op appts and got the paperwork together. We had a buyer for one of the horses we are selling and, life being what it is, after waiting for a week, the brand inspector decided he could come out yesterday. This translated into rushing back home from appts to meet him, the buyer hustling to locate a trailer and driver, and the horse finally going at 7:30pm. 

I scooted B into the tub soon after that.  Got him to bed hydrated, per instructions, and got clothes laid out for the babies. Allen rolled in around midnight from the last flight of the night. We slept for about 4 hrs and then started the dressing, loading, driving, registering routine.  B was game for the whole thing, if a little leery of the strangers’ poking and measuring. He was taken into surgery without much fanfare and returned an hr later sober, but otherwise unscathed. Popsicles made a good peace offering from the nurses. A slice of pizza while waiting for his post-op meds to fill further improved his mood and he is currently in jolly good humor.

All in all, the morning went well.  We had to laugh at ourselves, sitting in his room, Allen in his suit and tie, pouring over the Country Living magazine and discussing our long term farming plans. Groggy and coffee’d up, we sketched out a scheme for the ranch entry sign. We debated the pro’s and con’s of home computing and net use ( I love this machine. I hate this machine). We caught up on kid issues and scheduled hay pick up. It’s ironic to be having these discussions like this but such is life at this moment – one foot in each of two very different worlds. I look forward to the day we can jump headlong.

One fruit borne from our conversations was strictly limiting screen time. I soooo do not want to have a virtual life.  Likewise, I don’t want my children to remember their mother’s face aglow from the reflection of a neon screen.  If you email me it may take me a smidge longer to reply. (Better yet, send me snail mail.I am all about real letters written with real hands that can be tucked into purses or books and revisited fondly at a later date.)  Bear with me.    You would have a hard time tearing yourself away from a face like this little man’s too. : )  Speaking of which I think both he and I could use a warm blanket and a cozy chair right now so I better sign off.  Thank you for your prayers.  He came through swimmingly.