So. Trip and Drew flew out last night for San Diego. Since today is Drew's official birthday, they played at the beach with friends all day, then started out driving this afternoon, they'll stop tonight in Vegas. Tomorrow they get to kick around Zion National Park, then head on into Colorado, and depending on how far they get before Drew loses his shit and they have stop for the night, they might get close enough to Denver that Saturday they can come all the way in.
Last night as Will and I were driving home from dropping them at the airport, my mom called. Seems she had to take my dad to the ER, and she needed me to come get the dog. So we did, and Will was very excited to be my special helper taking care of Annabel. She's a very sweet thing, a little sheltie, and she was nervous because she knew something was going on. She paced around my house most of the evening, but finally settled down and slept on the floor next to my bed. Every once in a while I'd wake up hearing her get up and pace around some more, then settle back down. I'd forgotten what it was like to have an animal in your room, at night, moving around, breathing, rattling their collar once in a while. I guess I've finally gotten used to the silence. I must admit, I like the noise better.
Anyway, my dad is okay. He had an ulcer, a big fat ugly one. But they fixed it, and he should come home tomorrow, and then he gets to face a new reality as far as diet; one that probably doesn't include a constant assortment of things like barbecue ribs and baked beans, fresh tomatoes, lebaneh and a nice Hefeweizen. You know, just the things he loves. Gah.
What a day. My phone has been ringing off the hook all day - check ins from various family members on dad, and Drew to wish him happy birthday, Trip from the road (can you please find me a hotel in Vegas?), etc. I am shutting off my phone, shutting down the computer, and taking my glass of wine to the bathtub. See ya later.