Soldiering On
A soldier’s absence always seems to trigger all sorts of minor disasters. While Philip was gone:
An old friend (both in terms of age and years we’ve known him) died.
One former next door neighbor was in a horrible car accident in Israel and was not expected to live. (She is still alive, thank God!)
Another former next door neighbor’s house was damaged in a tornado. They lost all their outdoor toys, both cars and their sofas. Everyone survived.
(ok, so those three things were major disasters)
The toilet plugged up and the plunger broke.
The humidifier broke.
The master bathroom lost it’s electricity.
I got the flu.
I discovered that one of Bip’s repaired teeth had fallen apart.
As I type this on February 21, we still have over a week left on our own. I’m hoping we’ll make it. No, I know we will. We will keep the home fires burning. We will soldier on because it is what we must do. We try not to complain.
We’re not always successful.
