I got up in the morning ready to attack the day, full of energy. I felt good that I am alive, but I also felt really upset that it was the anniversary. I couldn't see myself dragging, so I didn't. Picking up Grandma made me happy because it gave me a chance to talk to her but not about the sad things. I asked her about the good memories and usually she would start talking about me. About what happened to me and picking at me but she didn't this time. She answered my questions about my mom and Grandma Ferguson and I could feel her love for them, even though they are gone.
It is hard to talk about and think about the accident, but I won't let myself get upset. To make myself feel better we did some good deeds for other people. I gave a flower to one woman who thanked me and then later as she was driving away, she stopped me and thanked me again. She told me that it really made her day and she smiled at me.
At one car, I felt embarrassed when I saw a man getting into the car but then he handed the flower to his wife and that made my day. It was neat to see people's reaction to this random act of kindness. I felt so good that I had made several people smile and so thankful that I could bless people's lives like that. Next year I want to do the same type of thing. I am so grateful that my wife helped me do something great like that.
The rest of the day I felt pumped up from the flowers, but it was hard not to think about my family. I carry my family in my heart and I know that they are always with me. I am deeply grateful that I got to know them for a brief moment in my life. I am saddened that I can't hold them and kiss them. I would love to hold them and tell them one last time how grateful that I am to have them as my family and how much I love them.
Words can't express how much I love them and how much I miss them. And I know that they will always watch over me. If I could say one thing to them, I would say look what I have done. Look at my life. I have the gospel, I choose the right. I choose to follow God and the scriptures. Hopefully I will live my life in a way that I will someday stand in the presence of God and tell Him how great life has been. I just wish my family could have gotten to read the Book of Mormon like I have and could have gotten close to the Lord like I have. I am deeply saddened sometimes that my family could not or would not be baptized in life and had to wait until now. But I have baptized them now and I know that they have a chance to accept the gospel and now it is all up to them.
It hurts to think about them but I remember them and honor them every day of my life. I get up in the morning and I live every day like it will be my last. If I had words of advice to give to anyone, it would be to Live every day like your last, and eat every meal as if there is no tomorrow.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
The Anniversary
March 10th marked the the 18 year anniversary of the death of Pat's family. On this day, Pat lost his father, mother, great grandmother, older brother, and younger brother to carbon monoxide poisoning. Pat himself was physically marked by the carbon monoxide and the coma that followed and his life was forever changed. Pat asked me to post a description of what we did to commemorate the day and then he will do a post to talk about his thoughts of the day.
We started the day with a pleasant surprise for Pat, I decided to take the day off from work to be with him. Pat and I woke up early and picked up his Grandma C (His mom's mom) at 7am for breakfast at the Egg and I. Pat had a steak and egg omelet, Grandma had chicken fried steak, and I had a spinach and mushroom omelet. Pat ate all of his breakfast and about half of mine, in fact he tried to coerce me into trading with him but I was only willing to share, not switch. While we ate, we quizzed Grandma about some family memories and she told us some really nice things about his family. The best thing was when she told us why she named Pat's mom Maria Erlinda. Apparently there was a woman in the hospital at the same time as Grandma C whose little girl was stillborn. Since Grandma hadn't named Linda yet, she agreed to name her baby Maria Erlinda after the other woman's little girl so that she would be able to find some comfort that there was a little girl out there with her daughter's name. I thought that was such a sweet thing to do. Grandma C said that Linda was the only child she named, Grandpa C named all of the rest of the children when they were born.
Then we picked up Reed and went to Walmart to do a little shopping. We spent quite some time picking out new shoes for Pat. Hard to believe, but he has worn through his second pair of shoes. I didn't realize how bad they really were until we saw the new and the old side by side. We also picked up a bunch of pink carnations and some peach carnations.
Once we had put our groceries in the car, Pat and I took the carnations and slipped one into the handle of the doors of as many cars as we could in the parking lot. It took us about an hour and I think we covered about 75 cars. We were able to hand deliver a few, and after people got over the shock of a complete stranger giving them flowers, we could tell they were touched by our attempts to brighten their day.
We also got to see Pat's Aunt Lily in the parking lot. We spent some time catching up with her and Pat gave her several flowers. She surprised Pat by giving him a hug and a kiss at the end of the conversation, I don't think she has ever done that before.
Then we headed back to our house and loaded Buster and Hershey into the car. We took them to the dog park in Evans and let them run around to their heart's delight for a few hours. It was a beautiful sunny day with just a light breeze to keep things cool. Hershey and Buster had a great time and it was really funny to see Reed trying to play fetch with Hershey (who is great and fetching and retrieving indoors but outside just catches it and drops it where it is).
After that we decided to head to Golden Corral after dropping the dogs off at home again. The food was delicious and we all ate until we were sick. It was really funny to realize that Reed and I both had the three same favorite foods. Guess it does run in families after all. We had Pat remember some of his favorite and saddest memories of each family member he lost. It was so great to have him realize that he had given each member of his family and hug and told them he loved them at some point during their last day together.
After we waddled back to the car moaning and groaning about how full we were, we were able to sit in the car and rest for a bit. In fact, Pat and I both took a nap. We really needed it after getting up so early and staying up so late the night before.
Then we went into the house to try some scrapbooking. I could tell that Pat just wasn't in the mood for it because he kept finding excuses to wander away from it and then come back to it again. We talked to my mom for a while and then went to bed. Pat loves my mom almost like she was his own, just thinking of her makes him feel better, so I was glad that he got the chance to talk to her.
The only regret that I have for the day is that I let the day get so full. I had really wanted Pat to have some quiet time to sit and think but it was clear that he wanted exactly the opposite so I didn't force it. I think the highlight of the day was hearing Pat talk about how much he enjoyed the flowers during the last few weeks. I am so glad that we had the opportunity to bless someone else's life instead of dwelling on his losses.
We started the day with a pleasant surprise for Pat, I decided to take the day off from work to be with him. Pat and I woke up early and picked up his Grandma C (His mom's mom) at 7am for breakfast at the Egg and I. Pat had a steak and egg omelet, Grandma had chicken fried steak, and I had a spinach and mushroom omelet. Pat ate all of his breakfast and about half of mine, in fact he tried to coerce me into trading with him but I was only willing to share, not switch. While we ate, we quizzed Grandma about some family memories and she told us some really nice things about his family. The best thing was when she told us why she named Pat's mom Maria Erlinda. Apparently there was a woman in the hospital at the same time as Grandma C whose little girl was stillborn. Since Grandma hadn't named Linda yet, she agreed to name her baby Maria Erlinda after the other woman's little girl so that she would be able to find some comfort that there was a little girl out there with her daughter's name. I thought that was such a sweet thing to do. Grandma C said that Linda was the only child she named, Grandpa C named all of the rest of the children when they were born.
Then we picked up Reed and went to Walmart to do a little shopping. We spent quite some time picking out new shoes for Pat. Hard to believe, but he has worn through his second pair of shoes. I didn't realize how bad they really were until we saw the new and the old side by side. We also picked up a bunch of pink carnations and some peach carnations.
Once we had put our groceries in the car, Pat and I took the carnations and slipped one into the handle of the doors of as many cars as we could in the parking lot. It took us about an hour and I think we covered about 75 cars. We were able to hand deliver a few, and after people got over the shock of a complete stranger giving them flowers, we could tell they were touched by our attempts to brighten their day.
We also got to see Pat's Aunt Lily in the parking lot. We spent some time catching up with her and Pat gave her several flowers. She surprised Pat by giving him a hug and a kiss at the end of the conversation, I don't think she has ever done that before.
Then we headed back to our house and loaded Buster and Hershey into the car. We took them to the dog park in Evans and let them run around to their heart's delight for a few hours. It was a beautiful sunny day with just a light breeze to keep things cool. Hershey and Buster had a great time and it was really funny to see Reed trying to play fetch with Hershey (who is great and fetching and retrieving indoors but outside just catches it and drops it where it is).
After that we decided to head to Golden Corral after dropping the dogs off at home again. The food was delicious and we all ate until we were sick. It was really funny to realize that Reed and I both had the three same favorite foods. Guess it does run in families after all. We had Pat remember some of his favorite and saddest memories of each family member he lost. It was so great to have him realize that he had given each member of his family and hug and told them he loved them at some point during their last day together.
After we waddled back to the car moaning and groaning about how full we were, we were able to sit in the car and rest for a bit. In fact, Pat and I both took a nap. We really needed it after getting up so early and staying up so late the night before.
Then we went into the house to try some scrapbooking. I could tell that Pat just wasn't in the mood for it because he kept finding excuses to wander away from it and then come back to it again. We talked to my mom for a while and then went to bed. Pat loves my mom almost like she was his own, just thinking of her makes him feel better, so I was glad that he got the chance to talk to her.
The only regret that I have for the day is that I let the day get so full. I had really wanted Pat to have some quiet time to sit and think but it was clear that he wanted exactly the opposite so I didn't force it. I think the highlight of the day was hearing Pat talk about how much he enjoyed the flowers during the last few weeks. I am so glad that we had the opportunity to bless someone else's life instead of dwelling on his losses.
Letter from Mom to Pat
With permission from MamaSpud, I want to include a post from her blog and make a few comments on it.
March 4th . . .
This morning I cried quite a few tears.
It took awhile for them to stop . . . but somehow I feel that God heard me. He knows and felt my anguish.
It all started at 5:00 this morning. I couldn't sleep. I got up to start my To Do list early! Yesterday I decided in honor of March 4th (and since David had to work making it easier to accomplish) I was going to tackle some of the major To Do items I had been postponing. One was to email all the Laurels and Mia Maids I could to ask for pictures for the CD I want to make of the last 2 years for all the girls. I wasn't prepared for all the memories to come flooding back. Oh, Bonna. I do miss her. I went to her Facebook page. Then I cried and cried. It wasn't just for her. It was for Joan Grover and Ruth Winward and Connie Keller and Marlyn Whiteley and so many others. It was for my Letha girls . . . that I really have no contact with other than a Hi in the halls.
And then my heart turned to my sweet son, Pat . . . the person I cry for the very most. I ache for him. He has carried so much for so long . . . There is no way to explain the depth of what he has had to carry. How has his heart handled it all? The things he's been through would make anyone weep and yet, he is not bitter. When I discovered that he was taught that he shouldn't cry - it just makes the tears flow even harder. I guess I am crying the tears he can't. I hope he knows that he is not alone anymore. He has us, his family to lean on - that it's okay to cry and feel the pain and the loss and the hurt and all that comes with it. He is so strong - the tears do not take away from that strength. He is like Captain Moroni or Teancum - He has an unconquerable spirit! He has offered his family the greatest gifts possible. I know they are aware of him and want him to find happiness. They are cheering him on. This is the war that he stayed to fight - that Satan couldn't have his family anymore. Because of him, they will have peace and the gospel in their lives. Because of him, they will have the opportunity to find forgiveness and to feel of the Savior's atonement, even his father. I know this with all my heart. My tears are gone now and I feel such a joy fill my heart.
My tears are not in vain. God saw them. He felt them. He is honoring my desire to go forth this day with strength and love so I can lift those hearts that need it the most.
I have made time for the important things. I've read my scriptures, I've prayed, I've exercised, I've spent time sharing my heart. Now it's time to call Pat - to spend some time with him. It is something his Mother wants . . . She doesn't want him to miss her too much. She wants him to live life to the fullest, knowing that she loves him and that she is near. This next week is the anniversary of his family's deaths!!!! The Savior made it possible that he will be with them all someday!
My heart is full!
Melissa again: I too find it truly amazing that Pat has been able to turn into the man that he has considering all of the difficulties in his life. It speaks to his incredible strength of character that he is motivated by love in all that he does instead of hate or cruelty when you consider the abuse he has endured. What incredible will power to keep all of the things inside that he has for so many years and not allow them to corrupt him or turn him ugly.
And even more so, what quiet strength he shows now as he tries to unlock those secrets and let all of the hard feelings from the past out so that he can move on. I truly married someone who will help me lift myself to a higher level and I know he is the better half of this pair, even though he tries to hide that from the world.
I truly beleve that he was spared because he was the only one who could break the chain of abuse. A lesser man would have repeated the things he was taught by hs father. A lesser man would have been too proud to allow the miracle of the Saviour's Atonement to work in his life because of pride. Because of Christ's sacrifice, I know that not just our sins can be forgiven but we can be succored in our pain, grief, and loneliness. The atonement makes it possible for us to heal the chains and cycles of abuse for ourseves and our ancestors. The gospel truly is the good news,
Therapy Anyone
I am so grateful for divine coincidences that are not really coincidences at all. There are so many things that happened to brought Pat to therapy with Emily. When I look back, I am so amazed at all the things that could have changed just a little and I never would have gotten him into therapy.
I know it has been extremely difficult and heart wrenching for him and at times he really wants to quit going. But the progress he has made emotionally and physically has been inspiring. He has been maturing mentally at an amazing rate. I can see him becoming a strong and gentle priesthood holder and he impresses me daily with his new understanding of life in generally and his own life in specific.
Physically, I can see major changes as well. He is standing taller and walking better every day. Even more than that, his confidence is growing. He has been willing to walk more by himself (but still not as much as I would like) and he has been falling a lot less because he isn't second guessng himself or looking back for his spotter.
Therapy is one of the best things that has ever hapened to him, and I am so grateful for a therapist that Pat has been able to relate to and love so well.
I know it has been extremely difficult and heart wrenching for him and at times he really wants to quit going. But the progress he has made emotionally and physically has been inspiring. He has been maturing mentally at an amazing rate. I can see him becoming a strong and gentle priesthood holder and he impresses me daily with his new understanding of life in generally and his own life in specific.
Physically, I can see major changes as well. He is standing taller and walking better every day. Even more than that, his confidence is growing. He has been willing to walk more by himself (but still not as much as I would like) and he has been falling a lot less because he isn't second guessng himself or looking back for his spotter.
Therapy is one of the best things that has ever hapened to him, and I am so grateful for a therapist that Pat has been able to relate to and love so well.
Pinewood Derby Placing
Pat doesn't want me to post about this one, but I am going to anyway. I bet you are wondering how SuperPat placed with the Patmobile.
Well sadly we must report that his car was voted "Least likely to cross the finished line without artificial support." It started off great, but after a about a third of the race, it just ran out of gas. Friends and onlookers had to push it across the finished line everytime.
Well, we can't make a fast car, but we sure can make a good looking racer. Better luck next year SuperPat, at least all your wheels stayed on. :)
Note: SuperPat's racing and building coach was Reed. Reed's pinewood derby racing career includes multiple car pile ups, a three wheeled year, and a year when his wheel fell off everytime someone looked at it. Guess we better get them both a coach next year.
Well sadly we must report that his car was voted "Least likely to cross the finished line without artificial support." It started off great, but after a about a third of the race, it just ran out of gas. Friends and onlookers had to push it across the finished line everytime.
Well, we can't make a fast car, but we sure can make a good looking racer. Better luck next year SuperPat, at least all your wheels stayed on. :)
Note: SuperPat's racing and building coach was Reed. Reed's pinewood derby racing career includes multiple car pile ups, a three wheeled year, and a year when his wheel fell off everytime someone looked at it. Guess we better get them both a coach next year.
My Two Sons (Dogs)
Pat always insists that the dogs are my sons and I blatantly disagree. I tolerate them because I love Pat. But lately, I have to admit that I might be starting to like them somewhat. Especially since they have been spending their days in the backyard chasing eachother so they are tired at night. Knock on wood, but they haven't escaped to roam the neighborhood for quite some time, at least that I know about. :)
They have also started sleeping in the hall instead of our bedroom again. I really appreciate that because no matter what I did or said, some time during the night they would wind up on our bed when they were sleeping in our room. Our bed was not made with enough room for two adults and two large dogs.
I am so glad that Buster is starting to adjust to our house. I think he has finally convinced himself that it is okay to like us and that he isn't going anywhere. He actually gets excited when I call his name or when we come home from being somewhere else and he has learned a new trick. The other day he caught a treat in his mouth for the first time. We used to say that Buster's trick is shaking hands and Hershey's trick is catching things but now they both do it. Hershey is very jealous of the attention Buster gets for this, so he has started to make some pretty spectacular saves to keep Buster from getting all the treats. It is so funny to watch them.
Now that they are sleeping in the hall, they usually take turns sleeping in front of our door. One dog will be sprawlled out over both beds and the other will lie down on the hardwood floor with his nose pressed up against the bottom of the door. The next night their positions will be switched. The other night I must have caught them off guard though because I came out of our room and they were both curled up on one bed spooning with eachother. It was really funny and I wish that I could have gotten a picture, but they woke up and both looked pretty embarrassed about the whole thing.
Ben and Tina and kids, thanks so much for giving Buster to us. We are so glad to have him and Hershey and Buster are pretty inseparable now.
They have also started sleeping in the hall instead of our bedroom again. I really appreciate that because no matter what I did or said, some time during the night they would wind up on our bed when they were sleeping in our room. Our bed was not made with enough room for two adults and two large dogs.
I am so glad that Buster is starting to adjust to our house. I think he has finally convinced himself that it is okay to like us and that he isn't going anywhere. He actually gets excited when I call his name or when we come home from being somewhere else and he has learned a new trick. The other day he caught a treat in his mouth for the first time. We used to say that Buster's trick is shaking hands and Hershey's trick is catching things but now they both do it. Hershey is very jealous of the attention Buster gets for this, so he has started to make some pretty spectacular saves to keep Buster from getting all the treats. It is so funny to watch them.
Now that they are sleeping in the hall, they usually take turns sleeping in front of our door. One dog will be sprawlled out over both beds and the other will lie down on the hardwood floor with his nose pressed up against the bottom of the door. The next night their positions will be switched. The other night I must have caught them off guard though because I came out of our room and they were both curled up on one bed spooning with eachother. It was really funny and I wish that I could have gotten a picture, but they woke up and both looked pretty embarrassed about the whole thing.
Ben and Tina and kids, thanks so much for giving Buster to us. We are so glad to have him and Hershey and Buster are pretty inseparable now.
Aunt Pam’s Buns
Please allow my to explain this title. I have an Aunt Pam who makes the most amazing rolls. Usually she makes them into crescents. They are a little sweet and I could eat like a hundred of them, but so could everyone else so they usually are gone in a flash. I have been telling Pat about them for a long time and today I am going to attempt to make them for the first time. I have been promising to make them for a couple of weeks now and the house is abuzz with longing for them. Finally we have all the ingredients and I have the time to make them Everytime I say Aunt Pam's buns, Reed starts moaning about how good they are. I just hope that they turn out as good as I remember since I have never made them. I will let you know how they turn out.
Eat like it’s going to be your last meal
This is Pat's personal motto. He says that he has a stomach like no other. In that respect he is just like Hershey (we have heard labs referred to as "Lunch with legs"). I tried to call him "Meals on Wheels" but he didn't appreciate the humor in that remark.
I have noticed that he really does try to treat every day like his last, maybe that it why he is so reluctant to sleep at night. All I can say is that eating like it will be his last meal works for him, but I try to make my personal motto "Eat so this won't be your last meal".
Somehow we will manage to get a unified focus for food one of these days.
I have noticed that he really does try to treat every day like his last, maybe that it why he is so reluctant to sleep at night. All I can say is that eating like it will be his last meal works for him, but I try to make my personal motto "Eat so this won't be your last meal".
Somehow we will manage to get a unified focus for food one of these days.
Pizza Thursdays
I bet you are wondering how Pizza Thursdays are progressing? Well, it is a work in progress. This Thursday Reed helped Pat make crust from a box (they were supposed to be learning how to make it from scratch but oh well).
The pizza was great, except for the fact that it was extra, extra crispy crust because when they put it into the oven, they didn't set the timer. I guess Pat thought Reed was going to check it and Reed thought Pat was going to check it, so no one checked it. It cooked for about 45 minutes and it is a miracle that it was not burnt, just hard as a rock. :)
Pat says that it tasted good to hm but the pepperoni was made with processed cheese slices because SuperPat ran out of preshredded cheese. That probably was not the best idea I ever had. The barbecue chicken one was good flavor wise but we probably should have greased the pan first. Oh well live and learn. Better luck next time. Next time i am really going to focus on the task and it will be yummy, good, nutricious and great.
I keep telling him that he learns more from his mistakes than he does his sucessess so this just helps him figure out what not to do next time. Once he gets it working really well, we are going to have a pizza party and let all our friends do a taste test.
The pizza was great, except for the fact that it was extra, extra crispy crust because when they put it into the oven, they didn't set the timer. I guess Pat thought Reed was going to check it and Reed thought Pat was going to check it, so no one checked it. It cooked for about 45 minutes and it is a miracle that it was not burnt, just hard as a rock. :)
Pat says that it tasted good to hm but the pepperoni was made with processed cheese slices because SuperPat ran out of preshredded cheese. That probably was not the best idea I ever had. The barbecue chicken one was good flavor wise but we probably should have greased the pan first. Oh well live and learn. Better luck next time. Next time i am really going to focus on the task and it will be yummy, good, nutricious and great.
I keep telling him that he learns more from his mistakes than he does his sucessess so this just helps him figure out what not to do next time. Once he gets it working really well, we are going to have a pizza party and let all our friends do a taste test.
Our little boys
Pat and I are so blessed to have the chance to have so many little kids that we love in our lives. One of the best things we get to do is to babysit for our little friends Ethan and Kaleb while their parents are at therapy. We love taking them out for ice cream before we take them home to put them to bed.
The other day I was talking to their mom and she told me about a conversation she had with Ethan. Ethan had asked his mom why we didn't have kids. As a sidenote, we get asked this a lot by our friends who are children. And we always tell them that we will someday have some but in the meantime it means that we get to spoil them and love them like they are our own. Bonnie said something to Ethan that was along the same lines and then he started to cry.
When she asked him why he was crying, he said that he didn't want us to ever have kids because then we wouldn't love him anymore. I just have to say to Ethan and to all of our little friends and neices and nephews that we will always love you and we are so glad to have you in our lives. We are very blessed to have so many friends with children that we love.
The other day I was talking to their mom and she told me about a conversation she had with Ethan. Ethan had asked his mom why we didn't have kids. As a sidenote, we get asked this a lot by our friends who are children. And we always tell them that we will someday have some but in the meantime it means that we get to spoil them and love them like they are our own. Bonnie said something to Ethan that was along the same lines and then he started to cry.
When she asked him why he was crying, he said that he didn't want us to ever have kids because then we wouldn't love him anymore. I just have to say to Ethan and to all of our little friends and neices and nephews that we will always love you and we are so glad to have you in our lives. We are very blessed to have so many friends with children that we love.
All I want for Christmas is a new sink, new dishwasher, new electrical work
I just have to say that there are some days that I would give just about anything to live in an apartment again. It was so nice to be able to call up the landlord and tell him that something wasn't working right and know that he would get someone out to come fix it. Plus does anyone really like yardwork? Maybe those people without allergies to pollen, grass, weeds, and bees. :)
We have had a month of things breaking down. First it was the sink. I came home from work one day and my brother and husband announced that the tailpipe of the sink was no longer connected to the rest of the sink. WHAT??? We were able to get a plumber in to fix the problem but I was mystified as to how that could happen. For quite a while I secretly wondered if my junior plumber attempts had caused it. Then Pat let me in on a little secret that made me realize that it was not my fault at all. We won't say what he told me, to protect the not so innocent, but for once, SuperPat was not the root of the problem. (nothing against him, but he has a lot of learning to do about mechanics, plumbing, etc).
Life seemed to be pretty good, but then I noticed the giant dent in the front of our dishwasher. It looked like someone had tried to kick it in, or that Pat hit it at tope speed in his power chair. No one would confess and if the dogs know, they aren't talking. After that, every couple of loads, the dishwasher would not drain at the end of the cycle. Since the boys do most of the dishes in the evenings, I didn't find this out until about 11pm on a Saturday night. Not the best time to get a repairman. Sigh. So after the repairman came, we found out that the line was completely full of grease. I bet you are mentally adding two and two and coming up with four. I know I did. They did promise never to do it again.
Since problems come in threes sometimes, I guess I am not too surprised that now the lights in our bedroom are flickering and our overhead light behaves like someone in another room is flicking the switch on and off. I have no clue what the problem is, but my brother tells me that the wiring probably needs to be replaced in the house. Double sigh, guess I know what the next step is.
We have had a month of things breaking down. First it was the sink. I came home from work one day and my brother and husband announced that the tailpipe of the sink was no longer connected to the rest of the sink. WHAT??? We were able to get a plumber in to fix the problem but I was mystified as to how that could happen. For quite a while I secretly wondered if my junior plumber attempts had caused it. Then Pat let me in on a little secret that made me realize that it was not my fault at all. We won't say what he told me, to protect the not so innocent, but for once, SuperPat was not the root of the problem. (nothing against him, but he has a lot of learning to do about mechanics, plumbing, etc).
Life seemed to be pretty good, but then I noticed the giant dent in the front of our dishwasher. It looked like someone had tried to kick it in, or that Pat hit it at tope speed in his power chair. No one would confess and if the dogs know, they aren't talking. After that, every couple of loads, the dishwasher would not drain at the end of the cycle. Since the boys do most of the dishes in the evenings, I didn't find this out until about 11pm on a Saturday night. Not the best time to get a repairman. Sigh. So after the repairman came, we found out that the line was completely full of grease. I bet you are mentally adding two and two and coming up with four. I know I did. They did promise never to do it again.
Since problems come in threes sometimes, I guess I am not too surprised that now the lights in our bedroom are flickering and our overhead light behaves like someone in another room is flicking the switch on and off. I have no clue what the problem is, but my brother tells me that the wiring probably needs to be replaced in the house. Double sigh, guess I know what the next step is.
Time flies
So at least once or twice a day for the past month or so, I have thought about things I should put on the blog. But as you can see, I haven't. :) Since I really don't want to work on filing my taxes right now, I thought I would play a little catch up. So be ready for a lot of posts, I am going to try to get Pat to post as well. I am not going to worry about the order we post in, so if my days jump around, sorry in advance!
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