Weekend in Review

Mom and Dad are gonna kill me but this is partly my story to tell, so I will. The end of the story is Dad is fine, it was indigestion. The rest of the story goes that Simon came running through the house to find me Saturday afternoon, using his I'm-not-kidding-around voice. "Mom! Mom! Gramma called. She called an ambulance for Grampa and wants you to come over!" I quickly put my shoes on and ran downstairs to tell Steve where I was going. He said, "I'm coming too." I told him he didn't have to but he said, "I'm coming," leaving no room for discussion. He really didn't need to come but that was very nice - good to know he's there for me. And Mom and Dad too. I know, I know, something else I probably don't give him enough credit for.

We arrived within 15-20 minutes and I'll be honest, the closer we got, the worse I was imagining the outcome. I was even thinking about the two sales tax returns I need to file at work tomorrow, thinking of who I could get to do those for me. I was trying to figure out when to tell Gretchen, who was returning from FL that night around midnight. I really didn't know what time her plane left FL but figured I'd try her cell phone anyway. Simon called Steve while I was driving, wanting to know if he should come over. I said no, I'd call when I knew something - but that made me cry, that Simon was being so nice and stand-up.

As we drove down the street just before their street, I had the sudden calming thought that maybe the paramedics were still there and Dad didn't even go to the hospital. Turns out that was right. They were just packing up to leave. They said it was the kind of indigestion that is always confused with a heart attack and they did the right thing in calling them. We walked into the house, saw Dad standing around the living room with the paramedics. Being the stoic rock that I am, I immediately burst into tears of relief. Mom seemed to think I was over-reacting but where does she think I got this emotional DNA from?? The medical people were so nice to Mom and Dad. After they left, I hugged Dad and really bawled. Not long, just enough to get it out of my system, I guess. I really want to be good in an emergency situation - and still cling to the hope that I would be, while it was ongoing. But once it's "over", I'm probably gonna lose my shit. Oh well, we all have our strengths and weaknesses, don't we?

Mom, Dad, Steve and I sat around and chatted for a while. "So, that was fun. Now what do you guys want to do?" I asked. It was all fine, Dad felt fine, the pain had passed and after a while Steve and I went home, stopping to pick up pizza and wings for dinner.

I called Gretchen this morning to fill her in and naturally, she could be all gloaty about it, like how she's better in an emergency than I am. That's probably really what is bugging me about my reaction. I want to be the strong one. Oh well, I'm okay - no point in obsessing over that now.

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I've been feeling very frustrated with my printer lately. It won't print magenta even though the printer knows the magenta cartridge is full. (I had problems with the previous magenta cartridge, which is what prompted me to install a new one a few days ago.) I've run the print nozzle cleaning process and test page many times - even consulted the manual, not my usual MO. I emailed the Brother support desk today so hopefully they'll have an answer for me. I know the first thing they are going to say is I should use genuine Brother cartridges. I buy generic and they've always been fine.

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I covet many things from Stacks and Stacks. Look under Crafts and Games - all sorts of little drawerish things!

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Shannon finally had her beautiful Georgia Louisa last Thursday, a whopping two and a half weeks late! She's just beautiful and lucky to have such wonderful parents.

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Steve and Lizz went to see The Fantastic Four Saturday afternoon so I went to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory because it was playing at the same time. Save your money - or see it as a rental. I just wasn't blown away. Deep Roy was good as all the Oompah Loompahs and it was cool to know 40 of those squirrels were actually trained. Willie Wonka just wasn't interesting. Confession: I almost fell asleep during part of it, but that may have been because the seats reclined too much, something I wouldn't think possible.

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Other than the little hiccup where I thought Dad was dead, the weekend was pretty enjoyable. I didn't accomplish half of what I intended to but what else is new? Steve and I took Reggi to Canandaigua Saturday morning and walked all around the pier and Kershaw Park. Reggi was so excited to go, she literally leaped in the air, when asked if she wanted to go for a walk. But she was worn out by the time we were done, as evidenced by the lack of spring in her step on the way back.

The weather all weekend was significantly cooler than it has been, which was a great relief.

We hot tubbed first thing this morning, then ate breakfast and read the paper on the deck. Just a gorgeous day today. It's just been in the mid-70s today I think.

Time to grill some pork chops for dinner and work on cards until bedtime.