Well, where to begin. Let's start on 24 June -
tomhundleyrn and i left for, and arrived in, Cleveland, OH and checked into our hotel.
The 25th was a day of cardiac appointments at the
Cleveland Clinic, and a nice dinner at
Flannery's Pub. The 26th had a gastroenterology appointment and a follow-up with the cardiologist. End result, he's to have a
Septal myectomy (scroll down a bit). We then headed over to my paternal grandfather's place and had a nice dinner with him, Grandma, and my Aunt Cookie.
Grandad is showing sign of dementia. That Friday was a good day. It was interesting to hear him talk, for the first time ever, about when/why he left wife one and the kids - I don't know why i did it, but one day i just got in the car and drove West; I sent money back to Jean every payday. Jean being my biological grandmother on my dad's side. She died before i was born of the same thing that eventually killed my father and his sister.
Saturday the 27th saw us departing Cleveland at 3AM, and arriving at Baitcon at about Noon. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday were spent with friends and much, much ice cream.
Grandma called my mom the other day and let her her know that my uncle - dad's younger brother, was going into a nursing home due to mental deterioration and an inability to live on his own, and that his daughter was being placed in a group home due to mental retardation. Uncle is in a VA facility, and i believe my cousin is in, or nearly in a group home.
All this, plus a situation with one that L and i refer to as The Evil, has left me a bit emotionally fragile at the moment. Generally content, not unhappy, but a tad fragile feeling, if that makes sense. There's some general worry about
tomhundleyrn in there too, though i know the procedure is going to go alright, and that he'll feel a good bit better post-recovery. (aside: how odd that there was a noise like bells just now; maybe it was in ice cream truck - it is July after all)