Hubby is switching to pounds and kilometers and celsius. I am having a harder time converting. But 10 in C is 50 in F and 20 is 68. So that gives me a relatively good span for the early part of the summer.
Thursday, when we arrive in London, it will be 11 (52) to 18 (64).
It will also be raining. I was planning on wearing my raincoat. Now I am wondering if I should take my umbrella as well.
M texted me that he made it to Houston safely, but he had a wreck. I called him. Person did not stop at a stop sign.
I told him to call the police and Geico. He called the police, but apparently not the insurance company. The police told him to have his car placed in storage. What!? So he’s going to pay who knows how much money to get his car out of hock and towed (again) so he can get it repaired.
I was thinking I might need to take him the truck and fly back to Abilene tomorrow, but he is working 9 to 9 tomorrow. Maybe he will be working on Sunday too.
He’s working till 9 pm tonight.
We’re heading to Europe for three months. We’ll live and work in the UK (remotely). It’s an adventure!
Last time I went to Europe, I went to my folks’ house to say good-bye to my father, in case he had a stroke and died before I came home two weeks later. I fussed at mom for using the wheelchair. “Mom! You’re going to be around for another twenty years. You cannot get dependent on the wheelchair.”
Two weeks later, when I arrived in Houston, I had 17 texts and phone messages telling me that Mom was in ICU for her heart. (Her heart was the one thing my mother had never had any trouble with. The doctors were always shocked. “You have the heart of an 18 year old!” they would tell her.) Turns out the heart problem was meds they were giving her for what would turn out to be (though we did not know until a week before she died) brain tumors.
I am a little concerned to be leaving the country for three months.
I know that my father would be happy to go to Heaven. We would miss him, but we would also know that he was better off.
I’m a little afraid someone else I’m not expecting to lose will be gone though…
Pray for me and for my extended family.