Made it through to Sunday. Arm's still in a sling and hurts depending on what I am trying to do. The Friday MRI turned out ok. They called about 3:45 in the afternoon and said come on in, so we didn't have to do it at 10pm that night. We went over to Happy Hour for a little while.
Lindsey went to the Post Office to do an insurance claim on her Otagari house that arrived with a broken roof lid. The shipper had simply wrapped it in a plastic bag. The house itself was in bubblewrap and was unharmed. The postal official helping her told her that value was based on what she paid for the item and not replacement value. Long story short it broke her to think they were going to throw the house away so she ended up bringing it back home and will probably glue the top together soon. She had thought they'd pay her for the damage and she'd keep the house part. Not the way it's done.
She's starting to look at display cabinets for her collection. I told her it would be good to start scoping some out now so that when she's ready to buy one she'll know what she really wants. She spoke with Randy about getting ready to move into Big Mama's house. She's so excited about that and can't wait to start cleaning and planning her "arrangements" for furniture and making an office in a bedroom. We saw Randy's car over there when we came back from yard sales Saturday, so maybe he's beginning to get the rest of his stuff moved to his new house.
We haven't heard from Melissa for a while. Tomorrow is her last day. I'm sure she's doing well and having a super experience. I'll feel better knowing she's back on US soil though.
Danny's having second thoughts about removing the pool. I was real surprised when he said something about it yesterday. I thought we'd settled everything and were going to take the pool out, replacing it with a hot tub. The tub was recommended instead of a pool by both my doctors. We'll have to wait and see I guess.
I've been feeling so sad so much lately. I tried an anti-depressant, but those things make you feel like a zombie too much for me to ever use them full time. I just need to accept that my body is physically going to fall apart and enjoy what I have left, but it is such a bummer. With my arm hurting it's even a chore to brush my teeth or lift a glass. Danny's suggested maybe somewhere else would be better for my arthritis, but I'd hate to live in Arizona. The day may come though, when I might have to truly consider options.
We've opted to go to the 11am service this morning, sling and all, so I guess I better be opting myself out of here!
