Aug. 27, 2003 ~ It seems
that my SIL's lung cancer has done more than return, it has spread. She is waiting for an appointment with an oncologist, to see where they go from here. Waiting is always hard, but under these circumstances... it must be almost impossible. We are praying and hoping for the best.
When something like this happens, every other little problem seems to pale in comparison. Like I said yesterday, it sure puts things in perspective.
It will cost a couple of hundred bucks for the car parts damaged by College Boy's recent run-in with the buzzard. Not a ton of money, but still a lot for us. We're going to see if we can get the parts from a salvage yard, which is a gamble. But it's $50 versus $200 plus, so it's tempting to give it a try.
I fixed the bathroom door this morning. Kinda sorta. It's been sticking, badly, and has gotten harder and harder to shut or open. I was afraid if I pulled too hard on the doorknob it might come off. This house was built in the late seventies, and it has settled some. Most houses here either have foundation problems or will have them eventually. The door problems are due to the settling and shifting. It appeared that the door was catching at the bottom, on the metal strip where the carpet is attached. I took a little hammer and lightly hammered the strip, making it a bit flatter, and sure enough, that did the trick. To really solve the problems, we'd probably need buckets of money and major foundation work. But a hammer worked in a pinch.
There is a stray dog hanging around, driving the barn cats crazy. We generally don't adopt stray dogs, because they terrorize the cats. I wish this little guy would go to the dog lady's house -- the neighbor who adopts all the stray dogs. I'm the neighborhood cat lady, keeping the stray felines. It would be nice if we lived down the road from Wendy, because she seems to be nice about taking in strays, too. But it's quite a trek to Wendy's from here, more than a thousand miles, so I guess that taking this little guy there is not really an option. This dog looks very thin. Probably has heartworms, fleas, ticks, regular worms, and who knows what. I wonder if Susan wants another dog? Sounds exactly like the kind of dog she'd take! She always seems to take pity on the worst cases, and winds up adopting them.
Well, I suppose I should go out and feed the horses. They always seem to appreciate that.
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