The morning began with the “Turkey Bowl” for the big boys. Of course, I’d rather watch football than sleep but to put my boys in the game together–well, I’d give up a bag of Cheetos for that. It was pure heaven to watch them together, which is something that hasn’t happened much lately, with Dane living in Idaho now. So, all the other ladies might have been home cooking turkey, but I wasn’t about to miss a second of this.
Then, home for breakfast of corn bread and honey butter, gingerbread and whipped cream, and blueberry muffins just because. It’s sort of our evolved pilgrim breakfast…kind of.
And then the parade that makes me feel like a 7 year old again…
which is a lovely thing for me. It’s a dream of mine to someday rent a hotel room overlooking the parade route and watch it–for real, from the window, with my whole family.
Then have our Thanksgiving dinner there in the room. No idea where we’d get the food from, but we’d figure it out. I’ll do it too…someday. You’ll see.
But in the real world, there were four pans of Mom’s stuffing to toast. Note to self and all concerned: dried, minced onion is not the same thing as one cup fresh, chopped onion.
Won’t make that mistake again. But it was still good…enough.
While most people were eating their feast, we relaxed, kicked back and watched a movie. The other kids were having their time with their in-laws, so we figured it was the perfect time to watch Captain America. Seemed appropriate somehow–hahaha. But I was kind of amazed at how nice it was to just sit calmly for awhile and do nothing.
Then, on to April’s we went for the real deal, real meal.
Such abundance, and goodness…
and heavenly, scrumptious food.
Why, Dane even made Cinnamon Monkey Bread with a lovely crunchy top. Yes, it was me that kept picking at it. :}
But the food is nothing in comparison to the company. Every single soul that I love, with all my heart…all together in one place.
we are so blessed.
And I am so grateful.
Our house was waaaay up from the beach so when I watched these guys doing that which they always do–throwing a football–they were so far away that I could barely see who was who. After zooming in and cropping, this is what we get…that is until the Bald Kid went behind the cliff and I couldn’t see him anymore.
Maybe if you scroll through fast, it will look like a flip book or something.
No matter where we go,
or how long they’ve been apart…
between these boys…
Oh, how I love them.
I promised to show you the insides of the wonderful beach house that was our home for nearly a week.
Are you ready?
This is the kitchen/great room. It was positively perfect!
The stairs leading to the loft/playroom. That’s the front door on the bottom right.
The first place that Miss Lily went was out on to the deck to check out the view.
The beach was actually quite a ways below our back deck.
We had to go down about a thousand stairs at the end of the block to get all the way to the water. These stairs went to the lower patio where the hot tub was.
The loft had just enough space for the Bald Kid to stake it out as “his room.”
Josh, scoping out the kitchen.
Dane thinking deep thoughts about…I don’t know what.
Jacob and Magoo…
Kortney and Lyndi.
The little guy staying up way past his bedtime. But heck, it’s vacation…
and there’s a ping pong tournament going on.
Don’t wait up.
For those of you who have wondered~ my cute little Beany Boy got his stitches out this week. Of course, I didn’t stay in the room when they did it…not brave enough for that stuff. No siree. The tough old Bald Kid said, “Run along momma. I’ve got this,” and so I did. Hid out in the lobby pacing around just out of ear shot…just in case. Beany has been eating better food and has gotten much stronger in the past few weeks, so, it took someone manly like the Bald Kid to hold him tight for the stitches adventure–and so he didn’t eat the face off the vet. That would have been unfortunate.
But he’s happy to be back home and to be finished with the creepy medicine that we were suppose to give him twice a day. Best of all, now the old war-horse can finally go outside again–which makes us all very happy indeed. Just in the backyard for now, though until his hair grows back because he still looks a bit alarming…like a plucked chicken.
So, we’ll keep him close, till he can go out front with his kitty head held high and his dignity firmly in place.
You know, till he gets back on his feet…
all three of them.
I’ve posted many times in the last few years about Mr. Beany and his adventures, and more particularly in the last few months–with his injured leg. The vet told us that there wasn’t much that he could do other than give him antibiotics if it flared up occasionally. Then one day, he just happened to be laying a certain way and I got a real good look at the inside of his leg. The condition of his back right paw had definitely taken a turn for the worse.
I took him to the vet again. After examining him, he came out to me and said, “You know…Beany is very, very old…” I knew what he was about to say but I couldn’t let him. I held up one finger and managed to say, “Just don’t.”
Then I started to cry.
The decision was made to relieve Beany of the burden of that terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad…
When the doctor told me that Beany might not even make it through the surgery–I said, “Then that will be the Lord’s decision, not mine. At least he’ll go knowing that I was trying to help. He deserves that.”
So, I held him on my lap and talked to him for awhile. He seemed to get that I was sad and worried but that I love this old silly cat so darn much. I handed him over to the nurse and slowly walked to my car. I kept thinking how strange it would be to not have Beany anymore…if something were to happen to him. I sat in the car and bawled for awhile, then drove home.
The next evening at about 5:30 pm I finally spoke to the doctor. He said, “That is one tough cat.” Good, good news. My cute little tough-guy cat was apparently much sicker than we had thought. In fact, he had a fever going into surgery, but the second that angry leg was gone his temperature dropped down to normal.
Long story, short– this cat is a champ and he did beautifully…
and we got to bring him home the next day–Saturday night. Look how swollen his paw was from the IV.
Now some of these pictures are graphic so if you have a tender stomach, you might want to stop here. If you’re very brave…you’re welcome to continue on.
We’ve had to give him several kinds of nasty medicine and a pill a couple times a day. Not too fun, but he’s a terrific sport.
This is Beany boy sitting up like nothing ever happened…
the day after surgery. Sorry, I know it’s pretty graphic, but I’m just amazed at him just carrying on like it’s any other day, except that he’s missing a leg.
This nutty guy has already jumped up on my bed and back down a couple times. He follows me around and lays on the floor by me wherever I am–like he’s just glad to be here…with us.
Oh, me too Bean.
Thanks for sticking around.
I’m not really ready for the world without you.