Adams Wife’s Weblog

Alisha Field and her two children were found this morning (8/23) after disappearing on Wednesday evening (8/19).  Their car had gone off the road and into a canal.  There were no survivors.  Alisha’s mother is my cousin and good friend.  I visited with the family just last week.  Funeral services are tentatively planned for Saturday.

News Link

If it’s true that bad things come in threes, I think our family has reached it’s limit at least twice over.  I have a cousin who is also a very good friend.  Her 30-year old daughter left home Wednesday evening, with her two children, to meet a friend at the fair.  She never met her friend, she didn’t show up at the fair, and they haven’t been seen or heard from since.  I was feeling helpless due to my daughter’s illness.  At least I know where my daughter is and know that she and her children are safe.  The police are looking for my cousin’s daughter and her kids, there are messages on FaceBook with their pictures.  Sometimes I wonder what we have done in our family to bring on these kinds of trials.  I choose to believe that this, too, has come to pass.  Life will get better again.

News Story

My daughter suffers from asthma and allergies.  She had to be taken to the ER last night because she was having so much trouble breathing.  Her hubs is picking her up now to bring her home again.  My life used to have almost no drama in it.  Ah! for the good old days.  

Due to an unforeseen misunderstanding caused by one of my Facebook posts I have recently determined not to talk about my daughter online.  Oh, but I want to.  It’s not really her, it’s her ex-husband, but the principle is the same.  He has pulled some really stupid moves lately that I’d love to be able to discuss with a few thousand of my closest friends.  But I can’t.   As he has recently become engaged to a lady who has no way of knowing what he is capable of I would really like to give her some advanced warning.  However, we all know you can’t trust anything the ex-wife or former mother-in-law might tell you.  So, I guess she’s on her own.

Now, on a lighter note:

Adults have learned

Great truths about life that adults have learned

1. Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
2. There is always alot to be thankful for if you take the time to look. For example: I’m sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don’t hurt.
3. One reason to smile is that every seven minutes of every day someone in an aerobics class pulls a hamstring.
4. Car sickness is the feeling you get when the monthly payment is due.
5. The best way to keep kids at home is to make a pleasant atmosphere and let the air out of their tires.
6. Families are like fudge….mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
7. Today’s mighty oak is just yesterday’s nut that held its ground.
8. Laughing helps. It’s like jogging on the inside.
9. Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.
10. My mind not only wanders; sometimes it leaves completely.
11. If you can remain calm, you just don’t have all the facts.

I’ve been invited by a friend who has more than one condo available to spend the last week in January someplace warm.  Now we just have to decide whether to go to the beach or the desert.  Palm Springs? or Palm Beach?  Maybe Vegas?  I’m open to any ideas or opinions.  I lived in Phoenix for 7 years and learned to love the desert in winter, so I’d love to go to the desert.  However, I’ve never been to the beach, so that might be exciting to see something new.  What do you think?

My daughter doesn’t need me as much as she used to (like a couple months ago).  I’m having a hard time letting go.  Is it too much to expect that as we live in the same house I could occasionally talk to her without her walking away or indicating that I am bothering her in some way?  She never treated me this way when she was a teen-ager - is this arrested development?  Am I over-reacting or could there be something amiss in her life?

Note:  Pocatello is down the road about an hour from here.  I used to live there 35 years ago.

A Cowboy from Pocatello, Idaho, walked into a
bank in New York City and asked for the loan officer. He told the loan officer that he was going to Paris for an international rodeo for two weeks and needed to borrow $5,000 and that he was not a depositor of the bank.

The bank officer told him that the bank would need some form of
security for the loan, so the Cowboy handed over the keys to a new
Ferrari. The car was parked on the street in front of the bank. The Cowboy produced the title and everything checked out. The loan officer
agreed to hold the car as collateral for the loan and apologized for having
to charge 12% interest. Later, the bank’s president and its officers all
enjoyed a good laugh at the Cowboy from Idaho for using a $250,000
Ferrari as collateral for a $5,000 loan. An employee of the bank then
drove the Ferrari into the bank’s private underground garage and parked it.

Two weeks later, the Cowboy returned, repaid the $5,000 and
the interest of $23.07. The loan officer said, ?Sir, we are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out on Dunn & Bradstreet and found that you are a highly sophisticated investor and multimillionaire with real estate and financial interests all over the world. Your investments include a large number of wind turbines
around the US.

“What puzzles us is - why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”

The good ‘ole Idaho boy replied, ?Where else in New York City can I park my car for two weeks for only $23.07 and expect it to be There when I return??

Don’t mess with Cowboys….especially when they are from Idaho.

So - I was going to post about my daughter’s wedding.  I had hoped to post a picture of the happy couple, but I can’t get them to stand still and let me take a picture.  They had been talking about marriage but had not set a date.  Then they decided to do it the next day, it being Laura’s birthday.  However, as so often happens, everything went wrong including the judge not being available at the last minute.  They were unable to get the deed done for one reason or another for the next few days.  Finally ended up being married on Shane’s birthday, five days later.  And they went alone to the courthouse and had strangers witness the ceremony.  They talked about having a party for their friends and family to celebrate the occasion, but that never happened, either.  So, no pictures, no stories, no fond memories.  But - they are married and seem to be happy with that arrangement.

I went to Twin Falls (actually Buhl) for a week recently (for the Fourth of July).  Got down the freeway, about half-way, and remembered my camera was not with me.  I’ll be going again in August, so I promise to take some pictures then and post them for your enjoyment.  I had dinner with a lady who graduated from high school with me.  It was a very lovely evening.  Then I had lunch with a cousin, my sister, and an old friend of ours.  We laughed and laughed and ate lots of good food.  And while I was there I saw my chiropractor (I have one here in town, too, but he’s not quite as good).  I got up one morning with a backache so bad that I could not stand up straight.  I’d been seeing my local chiro and was making progress, but the lady I see when I’m ‘back home’ is just that little bit better than him and started me really making progress.

I saw my surgeon yesterday.  He says I’m doing very well and healing nicely.  My nose still tends a bit to the left, but not enough to worry about (he straightened my septum along with every thing else).  I have the sensation in the back of my throat that something is caught there and needs to either be swallowed down or coughed up.  Apparently it is scar tissue.  It will take 3 to 6 months for it to soften up enough that I don’t notice it anymore.  Man! am I ever looking forward to that.

Today it is two years since Ed died.  I had not thought of the significance of the date until just now.  (Daughter is trying to get married and running into all kinds of obstacles getting the ceremony performed, but that is a story for another day.  Anyway, it has served to distract me.)  Does the fact of my being distracted mean I am healing?  I’m not sure.  I miss him some days so awfully bad!  I look over at his chair and wish he were sitting there.  I want to hold his hand, to share a joke with him, to kiss his face.  But, I wouldn’t bring him back if I could!  Life was not good for Ed the last few years he lived.  During the dark days after my recent surgery he was here when I needed him.  No - I’m not hallucinating or losing my mind.  I know there are guardian angels watching over us.  I asked God to let Ed be mine during this time, and He granted me that boon.   Life goes on, and some days it is easier than others.  I will always miss Ed until I am with him again.  But it doesn’t hurt quite so much every day as it used to.  So, I guess maybe I am healing after all.

I’m beginning to feel more like myself.  But that brings up a question:  Who am I?  I have spent so long feeling worse and worse and worse that now I’m not sure what normal is all about.  I’m beginning to want to do things that have been neglected for months.  Today I’m very excited to be going on a short shopping trip.  It’s my first time to leave the house other than seeing the doctor.  Is that pathetic?  Or is that a sign of returning good health - a sign that I’m finding the real me?

I’m also excited to feel well enough to spend time at the computer again.  I’ve missed visiting my blog buddies and keeping up with Facebook and Mingle.  I’ve started looking into some of my favorite blogs and catching up with my old friends.  It’s a bit like coming home after a long absence.

The weather is still lousy, but predicted to clear off and warm up.  I am anxious to get outside and go for a walk.  I want to feel the sun warm on my face, to see the flowers and trees in bloom and enjoy the green of grass and leaf.  I want to take a walk on the Green Belt by the Snake River, to visit all the places I love there.  And I want to take some new pictures.  It’s been nearly a year since I took a new picture.