A few new developments …
We spent our Christmas day very enjoyably with the families of our late daughter's ex-husband … there are six siblings, including him, his new (3 years) Byelorussian wife with her two kids, and us … these six siblings were abandoned by their mother when the youngest was 5, and left in the "care" of an alcoholic father. So, we're surrogate parents to a bunch of adults.
After arriving home, I awoke after about two hours sleep … I'd somehow picked up a 'flu from Hell. It took me three days just to be able to look at food without barfing my toenails up, and then my wife (who was sure SHE hadn't caught anything), started in. Fun and games!
After about ten days, maybe longer, I was certain she wasn't getting well fast enough, so I finally got her to a doctor … she was falling down, hurting herself, and unable and too confused to get up.
The doc took one look and put her in the hospital. She was there for maybe 5 days while they ran tests for everything. In the meantime, I was bringing her a bag of comfortable clothing and hit a patch of black ice and totaled the car. Our only car, I might add, and no money in the bank. I got her the clothing, though, and we managed to get through the rest of the week on the kindness of strangers.
Then she got rebellious … you know how doctors are … arrogant sumbitches who need somebody more arrogant than they are (like me) to bring them into line and make them communicate. Well, she's not like that, and just got rebellious and pissed off and decided she was going home. So, she was almost done anyway, with one procedure they can do outpatient, so I brought her home. It took her about 48 hours to get her personality back … now she's doing OK. Cranky, but OK. The worst part is she's decided to worry, now, and that's something I don't need her to do, either for her sake or mine.
But, in the meantime, there are some more photographs …
These three were on Christmas day …
These were taken a few days later, when I was mobile again … I must beg your indulgence for the width of a couple of them … they really seemed to need it.
I hope that came out proportioned correctly … It was one of those pics you take as you're wondering why you're taking it … then you get it on the screen … I swear my dad must have pressed that damn shutter button; it looks so much like something he would paint.
This one, however, is me, all the way … all that SPACE! I got it finished on the screen, and felt dumfounded … my wife said "I think you've just hit one out of the park", and that's the way I felt, too.
A nice patch of woods and snow …
My Scottish Lassie loves these things … they look exotic to her.
This batch looked so very Dutch to me, after I had them worked up. I sent a few to my Dutch pornographer friend (well, hey, we all have to do SOMEthing!) with the comment that they made me think of Dutch landscape paintings, and he wrote back that they looked like they could have been taken around his house.
Isn't it remarkable what you can do on a really dreary, dull day?
And I reckon that catches us up until the car got wrecked. Nothing since then, although the camera wasn't injured in the least (airbags is great!).
A little addendum here … anyone remember that old Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem song, "The Dutchman"? Lovely, sad song. I've got an .mp3, but no way to post it. It makes me cry.