Weekend Roundup

Otherwise known as the weekend of speed trips hither and yon. Mostly yon.

Saturday, we were scheduled to meet The Husband's parents in Bishop for lunch. It's halfway between where we are and Carson City where they live, and we haven't seen them since Thanksgiving. And since my father-in-law is in the middle of a struggle with cancer, all the more important to see them since we don't know how much longer he has. Then Sunday we were going to make an impromptu trip to Stateline overnight for a bit of fun with the girlies at Buffalo Bills, some gambling for us adults, and just a small breather before the hell of overtime at work overtakes us.

Early Saturday morning we were awoken by a phone call from the in-laws. Dad just wasn't up to making even the short trip to Bishop. He was just so excited at the prospect, he forgot that his body is not equiped at this point to handle that long of a car ride. So that was canceled. But after we fully woke up, we decided that we were going to cancel the Stateline trip, and head up to Carson City and spend the night there instead. Phone calls were made, excitement abounded, and we headed on up for a quick speed trip.

The Husband's brother's wife is about ready to pop with their third child, and the hope was there that we would be in town long enough for the little one to oblige us with his/her presence, but of course that didn't come through. Babies are notorious for operating on THEIR schedule, not ours, but oh well. It would have been nice to observe someone else giving birth (they do a home water birth) for once, but I don't know that I would have been terribly comfortable with that. I mean, I watch The Discovery Channel and TLC, but that's about as close as I'm coming to someone else giving birth. It's just not my place, you know? But who knows. I might have shown up, seeing as how sister-in-law was excited that I might be there for it.

Anyway, it was a good thing we went up there. Dad is not doing so good, and from taking care of our friend Karl during his last six months, we can tell that there is really no turning back at this point. Obviously miracles can occur and I would be foolish to discount the possibility, but we're not holding our breath. The man has survived prostate cancer not once, but twice already, going more than 15 years since the first bout with it. But this third time, things spread into the bone, and while we had a period where we thought things were going great for a possible reversal, 2007 has not been the year for his PSA count.

Sunday, we returned home, a little bit sadder, but a whole lot gladder that we had made the effort. It's so important that The Husband get every little bit he can with his dad. This is so hard, and I don't know the words to say to help make it better. Then again, I probably can't make it better.

Monday is when I earned my title of Wife of the Year. The Husband has been riding a motorcycle to and from work - it's a Honda CBR 600. A crotch rocket, but at least he knows what he's doing on it. For about the last month and a half he has been talking about getting what is known as a sport touring bike, more specifically the Yamaha FJR 1300. It's a pretty thing, has hard saddle bags, a bigger windscreen for longer rides, is more comfy in a lot of ways. But he hadn't been able to check one out in person yet.

While we were in Carson City, he stopped by the local motorcycle shop. There, sitting on the showroom floor in all it's glory, was The Bike. The heavens opened up, shone their glory, and The Husband was in Love. It was all well and good until they checked and found out the bike couldn't enter California until it had more than 7,500 miles on it. Saved (?) by the DMV.

After talking about finances, and the purpose of things on our way back from Carson City, we decided to call around on Monday and see if anybody actually had the thing down here. Lo and behold, over the hills in Bakersfield, they had one. The only one within a 200 mile radius of us. So, we hooked up the trailer, and all trundled over the Tehachapis to get The Husband his Dream Bike. And here it is all in it's ruby red glory.

Very pretty. Cost a pretty penny too, but after we sell the CBR 600, not so much of a pretty penny. The Husband is beyond ecstatic, and I'm glad to have a happy husband. Makes the world go round.

And now, I'm freaking exhausted. So much for a weekend of rest, eh? At least it's only a three-day week for me because it's Flex Friday. Thank the Lord above for that! I need a nap.