What a Weekend!


Well. It was quite a weekend. We followed Dad (Daniel Sr.) to Ingleside, Texas, where we have a 'second home'... haha... have to laugh at that. It'll be nice, once it's finished. Maybe we can rent it then and it won't feel like a huge weight around our financial necks... but I digress... We went to Ingleside. We planned to be together for Emily's 5th birthday and to take advantage of the long weekend, as there was no school Monday due to President's Day.

We picked oranges from our orange tree. We went to the beach. We broke the pinata and had cake. We attended the Portland LDS ward on Sunday and saw some friends we hadn't seen in a while.

Then, Sunday night I called my mother. She wasn't well. The short version is that she has pneumonia. My sister took her to the ER, but on the way had to give my mom rescue breaths and call the ambulance to pick her up. It was pretty traumatic for her, for both of them. Now my mom is in the ICU in the Guadalupe Valley Medical Center in Seguin. She is still in the woods, but it looks hopeful for her to recover. We are praying for her, of course.

Today, I got a call from the school nurse. Philip (17) has a wound on his knee and it looks infected, I was told. So... off to the doctor after school. It was pretty intense. I got to see the doctor inject the site and use his scalpel to cut pretty deeply into the affect tissue. Then, all the oozing began... and the prescription for a couple of pretty potent oral antibiotics.

He'll be OK. He's young and healthy. It will take longer for Grandma to bounce back.

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  1. Maren and DustinFebruary 18, 2009 at 7:51 PM

    Glad you got to pick some oranges. Sorry that everyone is falling apart! Hang in there.

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