Whew... whatta week

            So we have a had a crazy week.  Not awful or horrible, just weird and wacky and busy. The batteries on our new(ish)  smoke detector died.  We know this because it went off at five am and scared the crap out of all of us. (What ever happened to those ones that just beep lightly when the battery was going?)  We had a gazillion appointments, nothing out of the ordinary, they just seemed to all coincide this week. An apple tree fell down between my house and my neighbors- no casualties in people or domiciles, thank heavens, but now we gotta figure that little chore out.   (Anyone with a chainsaw and ambition want some free wood? ) It's getting warm and so we had yard work and house work - routine things like dragging out the a/c for Feisty Pants's room and living room, really cleaning the grill, cleaning the dryer vent.  In a way it's weird to busy like normal people instead of hospital refugees. 

             But I am grateful, if a little tired. (Must the  highway construction near my house start with the machines at six am and if so, why can't I somehow get starbucks outta the deal??)  Hopefully we will have most of this stuff out of the way by the time school ends- next week (AHHHHHHHHHH). My mother is in the hospital- she is seventy-seven and has the back of a ninety year old hummingbird, but I think she will get through this without losing her mind or spine.   That is one of my fears- how does anybody in the sandwich generation care for special needs loved ones when they encompass both ends of the age spectrum??  You would have to have the patience of a saint and the organizational skills of Martha Stewart on meth to accomplish anything.  Or enough money to hire out.  I'd better start buying lottery tickets. On the plus side, FP has informed us that she knows we are going to win the lottery and then take her "trabbeling"  to Maryland.   I have NO idea what is in Maryland, but what the hell, Feisty, I promise.  We win the lottery and we will trabbel to Maryland or the moon or wherever the heck you want.

            Oh, and thinking of very organized people, my sister in law, who is the exact opposite of anything I ever am (read that as patient and organized and quiet and tends to accomplish what she sets out to do) is starting a support group for special needs kids' parents in Tioga County (New York).  They meet at the Nichols Library on the second Wednesday of the month at 5:30 PM.   Interested?  Call Laurie Wightman of ECDC (at STIC) at 724-2111 extension 336 to register. Tell them Ronnette's nutty sister in law mentioned it.