I’m still here.
Hello friends! I know its been a while…let’s just suffice to say that life got way crazy super fast. For one, the divorce of the century had finally gotten started. My mother and stepdaddy have been married since I was a wee lass of a year old. Twenty years later, they are finally realizing…that it just wasn’t working. I wondered what their first clue was, the fact that they’ve not lived together since 2002? Her drugs, his alcoholism? Who knows… Anyway, that had just gotten underway and started to get nasty and I didn’t have much to blog about that wasn’t going to be uber-negative. Then, last Friday, stepdaddy went on a ride over to Sisters house. They went for pizza and a beer, parted ways, and headed home… now those in Ohio know that it was a fairly nice day, a little chilly yet, but nothing to stop you from taking the motorcycle out. Thankfully, in retrospect, it was chilly enough that he had put his leathers on as well as chaps. We still aren’t certain what happened, but the end result was the road turned….Smoke didn’t. (yes that really is his nickname.) The people who’s yard he landed in say he lost control around the curve, and the bike half landed on him. So… they of course went running over, and he’s asking them to help him get his bike back up…he’s fine. Thankfully they noticed the blood gushing from his forhead and told him that that may not have been the best idea. Mr. Guardian Angel got him laid down and called paramedics, while Mrs. Guardian Angel asked him some questions…”Can you tell us your name?” “smoke” “can you tell us your legal name?” “SMOKE”…. “can you tell us what day of the week it is?” “The 27?” “What day of the week is it?” “28th?” So he got to take a little helicoptor ride to Grant Trauma Center. He was there for five days while they cleaned out his forhead, put plates in his tibia, got him a back brace for his fractured vertabrae. Every few hours that first day the nurses would come in and ask him more questions. “Do you know where you are?” “What day is it?” “Can you read the clock?” My favorite was one asked him what year it was…at the same time he was talking about his bike with Porky Pig and Murph…he looked at her and said “1983″ Her face FROZE. I’m sure she was thinking oh man…we’re going to have to do another cat scan on this guy. He got the question right the second time around. 
He’s home now, and we’re making it work. I am still working second shift, but Sister comes and takes care of him while I’m there. He’s not going to be able to work for at least nine months. I don’t know how we are going to keep Baby sister in School… I don’t know how we are going to pay all the bills… but I do know that God is good. And that’s enough for me right now.
