When I was across the country and an airplane ride away, I was more ‘in the loop’ on family events than I am now. I am a six hour drive away now. It would take me less time to drive, now, than it would have taken me to fly across the country.
And yet it took almost three hours before I was told about my grandfather having a heart attack today. In fact, no one was going to tell me. No one thought to tell me. It took my youngest brother calling our father, who has no part in that side of the family since the divorce, for Dad to point out that someone should call me and let me know what was going on. Secondary to that is another issue going on that I cannot speak of because I was sworn to secrecy and a public forum is not where I am going to break that. Needless to say, it’s been one thing after the next.
My grandfather is going well, considering. They are keeping him overnight for observation.
I made white chicken chili tonight for dinner. It was more spicy than I meant for it to be but still yummy. I think I’ve had enough stress for one day. I believe it is bedtime now.
