Monday? Really?

The days are blurring together and another week has passed. Hard to believe I've not posted. Wait. This is me. This is fall. Nope. Not hard to believe at all. Sorry. Thought about making it an official "hiatus", but just can't bring myself to do that either. I never know when the need will arise to vent or whine or snivel, so guess I'll just stagger along posting sporadically.

I've been working 10-12 hour days, 7 days a week and they're running together in a big ball of goo. Progress? Um… doesn't seem like it.

Yesterday I took some time off in the afternoon to spend with the family. Another daughter-in-law is having a birthday next weekend but had previous plans, so we decided to celebrate this weekend. Hubs and youngest son are still harvesting, so they had to come to dinner late but it worked out okay. The eldest daughter and her husband made yummy chicken wild rice soup and rolls and I baked a cake before I went to work in the morning. Youngest daughter has been my right arm lately, being "suzy homemaker" for me and keeping the house from falling in a heap of dirt. She came early and spruced up and frosted the cake for me. All I had to do was show up. This is getting to be a bad habit. Wonder if I could get away with that for Thanksgiving dinner? ….   Probably not.

We've had some pretty weird weather lately. Record highs, then record lows, then rain and a bit of snow. Tonight they're talking ice storms coming then possible heavy rain. Not good. Harvest is still not done and there is a lot of crop work to be done as well. It really needs to hold off a bit longer, but Ma Nature doesn't always do things the way we want her to, so we just brace for the worst and hope for the best.

Physical Therapy is about to end. Tomorrow, as a matter of fact. My therapist and his wife are moving away. That's not why it is ending, but it sure doesn't make me happy. Next week I get to go back to the orthopedic doc and see what phase 2 is, if I continue PT with another person or we go for the big move. I'm not even going to try and guess what he's going to say.

Last, my father is going in for an MRI tomorrow to see if they can tell if he's got Parkinsons'. It would explain a lot. Guess we'll have to wait and see what they find. I'll let you know.

All for now. I'll try and get back before next Monday, but no promises!