Hubby's tests came back-the lymph node was fine and although the mole was pre-cancerous they got it all. So I suppose now I'll have to give him more back rubs so I can keep track of them :) Thanks for your prayers. I know God hears each and every prayer, not always as we want but he DOES answer
He is spending the weekend at his mom's. She is doing OK, but feels better if there is someone there. Amanda is there, but she is working 12 hour shifts so she really can't be up a couple times per night with grandma. Dan works this weekend too so he is staying with friends in Syracuse. So, I'm alone; as alone as I can be with all these pesky critters anyway.
I like being alone, but no sooner than Gale was gone my back started to itch-you know, in that place you just CAN'T reach by yourself. So I sidle up to the door frame and rub...ohhh, feels SO good! Of course doing this makes me think of a big old sow, rubbing her itchy backside on a fence post. I don't know how many of you are familiar with pigs, but a scratching sow gets a look of utter bliss and contentment when scratching an itchy place. Pigs are the most like us of any animal I think. If you look at one closely you will see they have very human looking eyes. And they really don't smell, it's only humans crowding them together that makes them smell. I am sure if you put a hundred or so humans together they would smell as bad or worse. And smart...they KNOW when someone wants to move them that they probably aren't going to a good place and react accordingly. Definately NOT "lambs to the slaughter"! (oh and don't get me started on sheep) And an escaped pig has no trouble fending for itself, so maybe it's their independence that makes me like them. And yes, I like them as chops and bacon too. The last pigs we had were pot bellied pigs. The ones we had stayed pretty small, but even a miniature pig can get pretty big. We finally decided to keep just one, but as things went we just didn't have enough time for her and so we gave her away. The lady who took her and her husband had raised hogs and when they retired their operation she found she missed having them around. This has been several years ago, and I STILL get a card and a picture every Christmas from Polly Pig letting me know how she is doing. See, I'm not the only person who is a little sentimental about pigs
Well, I think my head is a little better...woke up with a mig this AM and I find that blogging helps me relax while the meds work. It gives me something to focus on by going back and fixing my spelling and syntax errors. So I hope you didn't mind my ramble this morning. And a Happy 4th too, just in case I don't get back before then :)


