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Love my crazy life

 

November 25, 2021



It’s been another wild weekend of burning the candle at both ends. Friday morning, I left the house around nine to pick up my glasses from the eye doctor. After having my glasses fit, I hit the road headed to Sutton to have my back cracked by the bone crusher. Feeling an inch taller and not quite so compacted, I then headed to Lincoln to pick up moreitems for the Money Pit.

I keep hearing we have a shortage of truckers here in the US, but I don’t see that out on the good ole interstate. The wind was blowing and every trailer on the road must have been loaded light, by the way they were blowing like kites all over the road. By the time I exited the interstate, I felt like I needed another adjustment. I had white-knuckled it all the way to town. I don’t mind city driving; that is when I am not on a tight schedule. I swear it takes me less time to drive to Hastings and back than it does to get down 24th Street in Lincoln. I don’t have the patience for that many stoplights!

After my stop in Lincoln, I headed towards Omaha, again dealing with a ridiculous amount of traffic for a mid-day. I was to pick up the boys at 3:45 p.m., and was an hour and fifteen minutes early. So I got a cup of coffee and window shopped at an antique mall, that only killed 20 minutes. I then gassed up the car, parked in front of their house and waited for everyone to get home. I was invited in while we waited for the youngest to get his homework done and the oldest to get home from school.

When we finally set off for home, the wind had died down a bit, and the boys and I had a rare opportunity for bonding. Usually, it’s George who does the picking up, and I ride along for drop-off. We talked a lot, about a lot, and it was a nice trip. George took the boys deer hunting on Saturday, and though they didn’t have any luck, they had fun.

Jacob spent Saturday with his USMC troop in Kearney. They have a Poole function on the third weekend of every month. He came home dog tired. He said they ran four miles and beat up tires with sledge hammers for an hour. He also said he ran twice what everyone else did because he carried the flag and ran circles around everyone.

All in all, it was a great weekend, but I’m one tired momma, and Turkey day will be here before I know it. Here’s to hoping each of you have a safe, happy, and blessed Thanksgiving! X’s & O’s.

 

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