A Little Catch Up
I ended up with something irritating my right eye and a tooth ache, both, on Friday. By Friday evening, after trying to wash the eye out with out any good results and having went through searing pain after trying Visine, I put a patch on with a cloth folded underneath it to keep the eyelid shut and keep it from scratching the eye any worse. I had, also, used so much Ambesol on my tooth that day, without much results, that I got the idea of trying to inject Ambesol into the tooth using one of those little things that the vet had given me to shoot medicine down the cats throats. Yeah, I know... When I tried this, there wasn't really anywhere for all the Ambesol to go but back out of my mouth covering my lips, numbing most of my mouth. So, late Friday evening I'm talking out of the corner of my mouth, unable to keep fluids from dribbling down my chin and wearing a patch that barely hides a folded up cloth covering my eye. Just my luck...all prettied up and nowhere to go.
The boys went to the Texas State Fair Saturday, and they had a great time. Casey drove them to the train and they took the train to Pearl Station in Dallas, which supplied a shuttle to get them to the fair. I get a text from Casey about 2 hours after they left asking me where they went when they got off at St. Paul. I felt my heart skip a couple of beats thinking they're down in Dallas, lost, but when I called them to tell them to try and catch a train back to Pearl Station, where they were suppose to get off, Casey answers the phone laughing. It was a joke. Not a funny one, but a joke. They got home that night with some great stories and both of them laughing a lot. I'm so glad they had a good time...by themselves. They both needed that. Later on Sunday when Mark was over, Charlie was telling him that after the Texas ~ OU game ended (which is there near the fair grounds and the crowd just piles into the fair) there were a lot of fights breaking out everywhere. I stopped in my tracks. Somehow they'd forgotten to tell me this. When I told Charlie 'you didn't tell me that', he just shrugged and said 'well, I wasn't in any of them'. Small blessings, but blessings all the same.
Casey is finishing his essay for his TCU application, and he's writing it on a significant person that has meaning for him. It's titled MY MOM. The first time I read it, I cried. When he's done with it, I'll put it on here. I am so thankful for the life that I have.