Once “the call” came in with regards to my dad, the mad dash starts.  There is the shopping for the groceries for my boys with special diets, the laundry that needs to be done and the packing.  The brain is still trying to process the information, while the body is flying through the house trying to locate sleeping bags, suitcases, etc.

Then around 9 PM Randy calls again – surgery is in process of being scheduled for tomorrow.  Randy will be talking with the surgeon early in the morning.  Dad will need to be worked into the surgery schedule – most likely it will be late morning or afternoon. 

I should eat – but there is too much to get done.  Thankfully a really good friend from California will be bringing a meal tomorrow evening.  She, along with her husband always come back to Minnesota for Thanksgiving to see his family.  Since she is Indian, my kids were hoping for Indian food – but I think it will be Italian.  I am just thankful that I don’t have to cook!

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