Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Fingers Crossed

   Another day in the quiet northwoods.  Not!  Woke up today at around 350am and couldn't fall back to sleep.  I hate that my brain refuses to turn off at times.  So I got up and went through all my scrapbook supplies and organized everything in preparation for an upcoming scrap weekend away. (Cannot find any of my cop stuff, very sad, hope it's in the storage locker).  Down sized a little bit.  It feels good.  I love cleaning and organizing.  Any who, while finishing up, I decided time for a morning shower, NOT.  Once again a problem with the well.  So here we sit waiting for the well drilling service.  They have been here once since we moved in and it was relatively reasonable.  I am really worried this time.  We are renters, but have agreed to maintain the place as long as it's feasable.  If it's something really expensive the owner said he wouldn't be able to afford it and we would have to find somewhere else to live.  Oh my gosh.  Stress is killing me. 
   Also, Bob's youngest was being, oh let's say sassy and we had to go pick him up and bring him up here.  He started the 2nd semester at Northland Pines in Eagle River.  It seems to be a good fit.  So far so good.  Gives Bob a bit of purpose right now.  It makes me sad, as it is an in-your-face constant reminder that my kids are so far away. 
   We still are sitting on pins and needles waiting for the acceptance of Bailey Bruno to the US Army.  She oh so wants this.  The one snafu is her eye.  As some may know, she has a tiny glass tube in the inside corner of her right eye.  This is a type of "gutter" if you will.  She had many surgeries as a youngster for a blocked tear duct. This allows her tears to run back into her nasal system instead of streaking down her face.  Eventually, this jones tube was placed in and seems to be the fix. Well the Army hasn't heard of this and almost rejected her.  Her file has made it to the Attorney General's Office!  Bailey's surgeon is an ophthalmic plastic surgeon.  He has sent a letter to the AG stating that Bailey would be fine even in a combative situation.  So, we are holding our breath still.  This is something Bailey has been looking forward to with such passion, a passion I really haven't seen in her before.
   I am grateful for many things.  I am trying to remain positive.  I know it could be much, much worse.  But a little self pity is going on here.  I miss THE STORE, and being part of it.  I miss my cop job.  I miss the kids and contact with the outside world. 
   So, while I sit here with fingers crossed because we are trying to get back on our feet financially, hoping this well service isn't going to cost alot, I will continue to think about all that I am grateful for. 


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