We’ve all been there, the family ship is cruising along, life is good – and then the mom goes down. What had been smooth sailing is suddenly rudderless chaos.
And when that mom also answers to the titles of daughter and grandma the ship doesn’t just flounder, it crashes in fantastic Titanic form. It sinks in a way that ripples across the generations and pulls in an army of helpers to do what one woman’s right arm used to accomplish all on it’s own.
But my mom and her army are getting things done.
Nobody is exempt from the draft in this army!
“Who says a one-armed grandma and a five year old can’t pick rocks?”
Ummm… Sorry mom.
Nobody says that.
Nobody would have even thought to challenge a lady who had recently broken her humerus so high up as to be considered part of her shoulder, to a rock picking contest, with or without a five year old.
But if they had, you guys totally would have won.
The rocks have been picked, the baby chicks have arrived and the garden is planted…but the sheep are coming.
So, if my posts are a bit spotty, please forgive me, I’m part of the army that’s saving the Titanic.
Wishing your mun a speedy recovery (as if she needs my wishes!), and the rest of the army the strength to help her do what needs doing 🙂
Thanks!
WOW….nice post Jessie…not much can slow her down, but we all know that! Here’s to a speedy recovery!
Well what we found is that if we really want to slow her down you convince her to put her feet up in a recliner and then walk away. She can’t operate the lever to get out with her left hand! 🙂
Hope your mum mends really quickly Jessie and the army stay strong – best wishes!
Thank you Georgia!
Speedy recovery!
Lets hope so!!!
Love it…and I hope your Mum heals quickly too, being “one-armed” really isn’t much fun at all…but I do have a question (sorry, I’m a city slicker)…why are we picking rocks? Just curious 🙂
Thanks, she’s getting better pretty quickly. As for rock picking… Each year when you work up the earth in a field rocks, big and small are uncovered. You pick them up and move them so that they aren’t in the way of the crops coming up and so they don’t damage any of the equipment that you use on the field. This was a fairly small area they were planting a food plot for the deer in.
Jessie’s being too nice. They are picking rocks from a patch of field that will be planted full of turnips for deer… because they are insane. Only insane people do this when someone has a busted shoulder. Sane people leave the rocks until next year.
Hahahahahaha!! True John, but I didn’t see you picking in any of the pic??
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