I always have a lot to be thankful for, but this last week, man. It didn’t seem like it was going to go my way at first, but here we are, only midweek and it’s making a turn around.
After months and months, I’m Thankful I’m in Texas!
In August, Chris and I were excited that we were finally getting to leave Washington State and move to the big T.X. We took a road trip with three vehicles packed to the brim (one towed behind Christopher’s diesel), four kids, two cats, and a parrot, only to find that the house we had leased was in the middle of a meth village and wasn’t livable. Cockroaches flew around. The floor was sunk in. The roof was caved in and there was a hole in the roof of the back bedroom. A PVC pipe ran from the neighbor’s yard to the well. There was mold everywhere. And so much more. I didn’t feel safe having my kids there.
We rallied. We abandoned the lease, which we feel the landlord broke by not following even basic HUD standards, and we packed up all the aforementioned people, animals, and things, and drove to my parents’ house. In Virginia.
There I stayed with my boys while Christopher went off into the big ol’ world and bought us a house in a cute farming community. The thing is, while it isn’t a crack house in Meth Village, it had been abandoned for sometime and that’s the reason it was affordable, and it wasn’t livable either. While I was in VA, Christopher worked his ass off day and night so that the house would be livable. He put in a septic system. Got the electrical working. Made sure everything was clean.
He did it. The house is livable and after 3 months of me doing the one thing I swore I would never ever do when I left home for the Navy (live with my parents, who are very nice people. But I’m an adult.).
So, this year I’m thankful that I’m in my new home for Thanksgiving. And I’m thankful for my handyman husband that made it happen.
Laila is here!!!
My step-daughter, who just turned 18 and got into her top pick college by the way, is visiting from WA! I have nothing else to add to that one. I’m thankful for her every day. But I’m especially thankful that she’s visiting for Thanksgiving.
Oh Yeah! Let’s talk about Clyde, the newest Heiser.
On my way back to Texas, Christopher sent me a picture of a puppy as a question. My answer was a resounding yes. On the night I got here, we drove out and picked him up. The lady that had been caring for him sat down with us for a half hour and told us his story.
It turns out some jackass abandoned Clyde, along with his sister, Bonnie, and another puppy that unfortunately passed before they were found. They were skin and bones, had mange, worms, and infections. Clyde is four months old now, so he was about 12 weeks when they found him and his sister. He weighed only 5lbs. His foster mommy got him well, but couldn’t keep two puppies because she already had a family full of dogs.
So, this year I’m thankful for my new puppy. And I’m thankful for kind people who take in strays and nurse them to health for nothing in return.
My computer isn’t broken! Super Thankful for that one.
Soooo, this is where I tell you I’m what’s called “StupidSmart.” I’ll tell you what, I know some random facts that will blow your mind. I can learn just about anything from a book (not math. Fuck math). But sometimes I lack basic common sense. My computer wouldn’t turn on. It upset me, thinking it broke, which isn’t a stretch when you consider that both of my young sons have taken turns pushing it off of me or a table.
My computer is fine. It was the charger. I have a new one.
This year I’m thankful I don’t have to buy a new computer, and that only my charger died. Maybe next year I’ll be thankful that I’ve learned common sense.
Garfield got really sick this week.
Like we thought he was going to die.
Three days ago Christopher told me I needed to go check on Garfield because something was off with him. His third eyelids were prolapsed. He was wobbly when he walked. It only got worse. For two days he sat still, his head tilted to one side. He stopped meowing. He didn’t even purr out of stress.
And he didn’t pass stool or pee.
A vet told me it was likely that he was poisoned or hit by a car. But she leaned toward antifreeze poisoning because he wouldn’t pee, and said that it could be affecting his kidneys. We were afraid we were going to lose him.
Garfield was born under my step-daughter’s bed one month after Johnny was born. We’ve had him from his first day of life. And there wasn’t anything we could do for him but wait.
He’s starting to get better.
Yesterday there was some improvement. He started getting up and walking around in circles. He purred a little. He would meow. And he hissed at Clyde. Anger is always a good sign. You need energy for anger and fear.
And today, he peed on my side of the bed. His kidneys are working and he continues to improve. And even though I needed to do a load of laundry, I couldn’t be happier.
So this year, I’m thankful for a God who answers prayers for healing. And I’m thankful that my cat peed on my bed.
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