One and done...

Well, I have managed to last a whole week or so with this blogging thing. What I have come to realize is that it's not so easy to just get on the computer and start striking keys. It's kind of like when I tell my boss that work keeps getting in the way of my personal time. Life (including work, yard work, kids, mutts, fixing gourmet meals) seems to always find a way of reducing my blog time to a minimum. Now I know why some people have a weekly post rather than a daily post. I have decided that my posts will be more of a "surprise" post. Whenever I get the time to put something down will probably be a surprise to me.

And so it is that today, Sunday, September 14 I finally have some free time. Nater is asleep, Jackson is at a birthday party, Jules is busy typing away as she usually is and I have finished my chore for the day. That would be cleaning the grout from the kitchen floor on my hands and knees (ouch) and then mopping the floor. So how about an update on my french sliding door.

When last we left, Scott and I had ripped apart all of the molding around the door. Scott remarked how great a job the builders had done putting the three piece molding around the door. I felt good knowing that we were tearing it all apart and that it may never look the same again. Nathan just smiled and poured water all over the floor again as he usually does. At one point, I could swear that Nater looked at me and said in a sarcastic "French" accent "you stupid American...you're mother was a hamster and you're father smelled of elderberries!!" This was a bad Monty Python skit and Nathan was about ready to slap me with a fish!! That boy (Nathan) has some funny faces. Well, we managed to get the door fixed and started to put the molding back together. We are actually rebuilding it a little different so that if the "termi"Nater tears the door down again we can hopefully do this a little easier. We had to stop for a day to let a couple of pieces "set" in place before finishing up. With any luck as Scott said we may not even have to repaint. Amen. That was Tuesday.

Fast forward 24 hours to Wednesday. I was at work when Julie called and informed me that Scott had been rushed to the hospital and had suffered a heart attack. The doctors had to put in a splint after discovering an 82% blockage in one of his arteries. Hopefully, he will be okay. He is now back at home and resting. He has sworn never to eat my lasagna again. I don't know why? There was nothing in there that could have caused that to happen (Cheese, Cheese, Cheese, Sausage, Ground Beef, Eggs). Damn, I could be next!!! I had to have another word with Nathan not to break anything for awhile so we could let him recuperate. Nathan said "no" and then proceeded to break the cap off of my cologne bottle. Thankfully Julie has gotten used to my smell and said as long as we have soap and I use it I would be okay.

So for now the door remains fixed but unfinished. Our project was put off by a more pressing one Scott's health. The door is a reminder that some things are less important than others. Knowing that Scott will be okay and that my neighbor and her kids still have a husband and father is good enough for me.