Tom reminded me today that we can't move out of state until he gets a different kind of health insurance-- Independent Health only works in New York state. Oh joy. So he may have to do the disability thing which means we'll be in NY longer and have to go through all that paperwork. Oh joy again.
But you know? I'm ok with that, even if we need to rent another one bedroom apartment for awhile. Still (still!) I have such lovely memories of our apartment life in 2008. I'm so YBO'd right now (Yard-Burned-Out) that I'd choose an apartment in a heartbeat (confession time here).
But we shall see what we shall see. Never before has our life been so up in the air.
Anyway, I didn't tell you yet that the same day our friend, Sandy, passed away, Tom's mom had a heart attack and nearly died. And oh dear, was she upset after they rescusitated her! She wants only to go to Heaven. Tom's dad wants only to remain in their little house even though his wife will now live with their daughter (Tom's sister) around 90 miles away. (Mary is a nurse and lives in a larger town with better medical facilities.)
Are we having fun yet?
But I do want to end this on a funny note (Lord knows you and I can use some humor right about now.) Various relatives and friends are now helping Tom's dad as he's living alone and recently our brother-in-law took his turn making dinner for Tom's dad. Remember my post about eating only hamburger baskets when I turn 80? Well his story, as told by him in an email, reminded me of that post:
"Dad eats some unhealthy food. I cooked for him the first couple of days, filet mignon, veggies, and fresh fruit, and he asked me to pick up some Frosted flakes cereal and white bread so he could prepare his own meals. Diabetes and all...Go figure."
Ha! Tom and I laughed and laughed about that for a half hour. It's a new family joke. A true classic.
And gracious! Tom's dad is 84 and if I make it to 80--believe you me--I'm gonna eat whatever I darn well please. Every day. Hamburgers, fries, ice cream, spaghetti, potato chips, chocolate by the gallon, hot dogs, cake and anything else I can think of along those lines. And I'm gonna savor every single bite.
In my book, anyone who reaches 80 deserves to eat however they choose. (Just one of my quirks, I guess you could say.)
So there. :)