"It's strong and it's sudden-
It can be cruel sometimes-
But it might just save your life..." ~ Huey Lewis
The last few days have been nothing short of surreal here in Kathrynville.
As most of you know, Taylor (18) headed off to college. He's approximately 3 1/2 hours away by car...not a mind-numbing car ride but just enough so that I can't jump in the car to drop off his forgotten video game controller. It's difficult to let your child go...even when they're no longer considered a child (at least in the eyes of law enforcement, voter registration and the United States military).
Still. After 18 years, you kind of get used to having the knucklehead around.
Now the knucklehead in question has a broken hand.
Uh-huh....you've read that correctly. He was goofing around (as only a male can do...what's the deal with you guys and rough-housing? Don't you know somebody's gonna get hurt? If we've told you once, we've told you a thousand times....) and landed just so on the side of his hand. (No, he was not intoxicated, fyi...he was just being...well, Taylor.) Anyway, now he may need surgery to insert some sort of pin into said hand. Did I mention that it's his right hand? Did I also mention that he writes with his right hand? When I mentioned this tidbit, he informed me that he'd be bringing his laptop to his classes this week. We'll give him a minute to let the obvious sink in. He has to go one day this week to an orthopedist somewhere that's 45 minutes away from the college...and he has no car. He doesn't want us to drive up there to help...says he'll handle it on his own.
Because that's worked out so well thus far....(sigh) I know he'll figure things out. I'm really quite impressed with how matter-of-fact he's being about the whole thing...but I think he'll go to extreme measures to keep me from showing up on his doorstep...shouting, "MY BABY!" for all those to hear. I'll keep you posted.
In other devastating news, Metro (aka Metronome the Wonderdog) died peacefully early Thursday morning. Turns out those 'supposed seizures' were heart-related (the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel is known to have heart issues) and he was on the cusp of a harrowing and steady decline. His passing came complete with a terrifying car ride at 2am in the pouring rain to an emergency animal hospital, a stint in an oxygen incubator and a chest x-ray with a grim prognosis.
We're understandably devastated. After ten years together, we can't fathom him not being a part of our daily lives. I ask that any of you with furry members of the family out there give an extra-special snuggle in memory of our much-missed, sweet 'Nomie. Life, as we know it, will never be the same.