Saturday: MRI Day

Standing ovation for Cowboy William who got all his exams graded and grades entered and has FINISHED the semester that even I doubted he could ever get all the way through.

I hugged him about 25 times yesterday. I was so proud of him, and his faithful commitment to his students and his work.

This afternoon, we drive to Winston Salem for the MRI of his liver, and we hope to hear results on Monday. We're both trying to be pretty calm about it, and telling ourselves that this Mister Galactically Infamous Radiologist wouldn't have said he didn't think they were tumors if he wasn't pretty sure, and that the MRI is just a technicality.

A dear friend of ours (Bill met him on the first day of 8th grade) is driving with us, and we might all end up in an Italian restaurant after the MRI. Which will REALLY be spectacular for us since, having lived in the basement with one small microwave for almost two months now, we haven't been able to cook any italian food, because no way to make pasta.

As has become the pattern for us, we do still have a boatload of troubles (but who doesn't?), and a brand new scare--a hydrogen bomb of potential disaster--hit yesterday, via a letter in the mail, but I'll spare you the details. Gotta love the surprise ramifications of co-signing for kids. This one, which we now think won't materialize, would have made the whole $8,000 forced Nashville van payoff look like a walk in the park.

Also, if you're not eating, I'll note that, yes, I realized I was spelling abscess wrong when referring to our dog's continuing condition--it is a-b-s-c-e-s-s, not abcess, although the emphasis on "cess" and its echoes of "cesspools" kind of created a nice representation of the ambience we've been living through this last few weeks.

Bill and I have, via our hard-earned wisdom, come to realize that the saying, "This too shall pass," ends before it should. The correct saying, we now believe, is, "This too shall pass, but you better believe there's something ELSE coming behind it."

Happy Mother's Day to all of you mothers out there. Since neither of my children are speaking to us since Dec. 28th, 2010--except on the subject of the massive amounts of borrowed money that they regret to inform us they simply can't repay at this time--we'll have to do something special with, I guess, the puppies tomorrow.

But this too shall pass......oh, wait.....