Friday, September 2, 2016

The Sound of a Shoe Dropping

One of the reasons our marriage has been so successful for over half a century is that Honey and I approach life from such totally different directions.  
I don't want anyone to get the idea that she is a sourpuss, or even a pessimist - anyone who knows her will testify that she is a sweet and generous soul.  BUT - she is the sort of person who plans things out for years in advance, and she can always envision the worst-case scenario in any situation.  
I, on the other hand, am more happy-go-lucky, or maybe I just don't understand the situation.  
Her conservative approach has saved me from myself more times than I can count.
Yesterday was a day that we could finally breathe a sigh of relief.  Our insurance debacle had finally come to a successful conclusion, and all of our State Farm policies were back into effect. We were relaxing, enjoying the feeling of having that weight off our shoulders when Cheryl called to tell us that our grandson Bryce had been in a wreck and she was on her way to the hospital.
We still don't know all the details - he doesn't remember what happened - but it was a one vehicle accident.  
The pickup he was driving is pretty well trashed, and his left arm didn't fare much better.
He has already had a couple of surgeries on it, with another scheduled for later today.  The good news is that all his fingers work and eventually everything should be OK.

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