In my Saturday Smidgen Series posts, I offer you a smidgen sized glance at life on the prairie. We do this in theory every Saturday, at least for the alliteration, but I think it’s more of a theory.
On Wednesday night there was a small tornado that hit the town of Hugo. We’re OK as well as all the residents of Hugo. The tornado made the news. We didn’t even get the tornado right here, just a lot of wind. The wind blew some branches down. The downed branches put out the electricity in part of our house. I’m not even really sure how that works, that half of the electric was out and not the other half. Kevin spent Thursday morning taking some branches down and fixing the electric. My father-in-law came over with his tractor to help, and also to lift Kevin up to cut the branches. All those downed branches are still a mess. I’ll get to it.
Kevin has been teaching the kids to milk to goats.
BoyOne, who is five years old now, plays tee-ball. It is the first sport that any of my kids have ever played. Thursday evening was supposed to be the first actual game. They cancelled the game because the rain and tornado the night before flooded the field. That meant that BoyOne’s first actual game ever was today in Simla. Simla is around 40 minutes away. It’s a dinky little town on the prairie and is pretty simla to here. Apparently I read the paper wrong with the game times. I was planning to be really early anyway, but with the five kids that didn’t happen. So we drove all the way to Simla, through the muddy dirt roads only to arrive just as the game was finishing up. Oops! Can we say major parenting fail? I missed my first child’s first sporting game ever and wasted the morning.
Yesterday (Friday) we went to Children’s Hospital to have Vince’s follow-up MRI. It has been three months from his surgery, three months today actually. The brain is healing well and the tumor has not shown any signs of growing back. What a blessing and a miracle! I was super nervous. I forgot my camera at home. Going to Denver is always an adventure.
I also gave blood yesterday. I haven’t given blood in around ten years. I feel giving blood is a good thing to do, but I’m usually pregnant and not able to. My son Vince did get a unit of blood when he had his surgery. It’s probably a good idea to “replace” it even if we’re not compatible. I have the rarest blood type that there is- AB Negative.
And, yes, this is for real. This is a gigantic miller moth. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. That’s a nickel.
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