Houston Trip

I dropped Layne off at the airport this morning. He's on his way to Houston for an evaluation/consultation. He'll be talking with the doctor there tomorrow and be back tomorrow evening. We'll have Rachel's first clogging class for the year, the boys will have Young Men (an added Tuesday event), and Layne will be coming in at the airport all around the same time. Should be fun. Life as usual I guess. I'm looking forward to hearing what happens with the clinical trial. It'll be nice to get a yay or a nay, so we can move forward either way. There sure is a lot of waiting when cancer is involved. (At least it seems like that for us.)

Anniversaries

Today at water aerobics, one of the gals mentioned that she was going to be celebrating her 46th anniversary tomorrow. She has a goal to make it to their 50th - thus, one of the reasons she was there exercising. We congratulated her and commended her for her goal.
I was happy for her - but, when she said the part about trying to be around for her 50th anniversary I thought of how chances are Layne and I won't even make it to our 20th. (I think my eyes might have been a little wet at that point...the salty kind - not the chlorine kind. Who gets choked up during water aerobics? Seriously. Who does that? I'm hoping the others didn't notice.:}) In November we'll mark our 18th. It would be a true miracle if he were to still be around a couple of years later. Maybe we'll need to do something cool to celebrate.

Pity Party

Life has been one thing after another around here. The house, the busy schedule, the responsibilities, the financial issues, the yard, the stuff we're supposed to be getting done but we're not...terminal illness...you name, we've experienced it. (Or, so we think at the moment.) And, we've been feeling a little sorry for ourselves for just a brief period. We'll try and get back to our regularly scheduled cheerful attitudes soon. Same time. Same station. Thanks for tuning in.