It’s always something

Whenever life is bumping along and you allow yourself to relax a little too much, *boom*, a tree falls right in your path and life comes to a screeching halt.

Well, that’s how I feel anyway. 32 people on the way to my house Thanksgiving day and my mom calls to say my dad is en route to the hospital with what she thinks was another stroke.

Fast forward three days and my dad is recovering slowly and although my Thanksgiving Fay was not without great angst I did pull it off with family members alternately running over to the hospital to visit with my dad.
So maybe it was a tree blocking the road but more like a pothole that jarred us all a bit. Life goes on....for now.