Sort of normal

Sorry for the lack of updates. It’s been all sort of crazy up in here.

While Rico was spending his last days in the hospital, Kooka was finishing up a show in St. Paul, where among other things, she played the part of big sister/overachiever/perfectionist Lucy annnnnnnnd center unicorn. 

She also played the part of person who saved my @$$ when there was only one spot left down by the theater and I had to parallel park. She very kindly asked me to get out of the driver’s seat and slid us into the last spot so she wouldn’t  miss her call time. 

Tiny was working on piano for music sharing week at school and Punk was working on finals.

Thankfully Rico’s childhood friends Frank and Eric were able to fly in on the very day he was sprung from Mayo to spend a few days with us. This gave us a little freedom to finish up sharing week at the studio,  volunteer in Tiny’s class, do a little Christmas shopping, and let Kooka prepare for her audition for her school’s Rock and Roll revival event. (Fun fact - she got a lead, and it’s Dolly Parton, so I’m more than a little excited!)

Punk was able to ride home from college with a roommate. Tiny finished up her last week of school and the Harry Potter series before Christmas break. Rico is able to be in the living room visiting and even phoning is his votes for various committees and organizations.. We were able to get a home health care aide to help us out for a few weeks. (My ace bandage wrapping game is strong - reallllllly strong, but my drain stripping ability is deplorable). He’s in a full leg brace and uses a walker for every move he makes, but things feel a little bit more normal.

A little bit.

We’re tired. No lie. We’d hate to mislead anyone and make this seem rosy and cheerful and easy. It isn’t. 

But still, we do feel lucky. We have each other. We have beautiful people in our lives who drop off random surprises of organic eggs and bacon and cinnamon bread so we don’t have to get groceries for breakfast. We have friends who visit and friends who know when not to. We have a  magnet on our wall that we refer to often -  it’s so so true - life does not have to be perfect to be wonderful.

Thanks for being part of it.