Well, my father's "lung spot" scan results finally came back, and they think it's scar tissue or the like. They do want to check it again in 3 months, but for now--we can all breathe again. And maybe plan a Thanksgiving dinner. Whew! (And there had better BE Thanksgiving dinner. Last year my family stood me up and I was by myself all day. Pathetic, I know.)
New Guy, kids in tow, had a relatively uneventful flight back home to Louisiana today. I miss him already, but I know he really needs this time with his family. Before he left for Texas Saturday morning (his kids live in Texas--he moved to Oklahoma from Louisiana to be closer to them--did I ever explain that?) he thanked me for the last three months and told me I had made Tulsa "livable." How sweet is that? (Not exactly a declaration of love, or anything...but sweet.) I told him I'd miss him, and that I was giving him permission to lie just this once and tell me he'd miss me. His response? "I WILL miss you." Awww. Sweet. Even if, as I then laughingly told him, I'm quite sure he'll be so busy with his kids and his parents and his childhood friends that he won't even remember my name by mid-week. "Liz WHO?"
I was going to tell you all the tale of the most interesting time I've ever had at church, which happened yesterday, but I think I'll save that story. It involves a guest priest, a whisk broom, an ambulance, a leaking baptismal font...it was really quite an experience. (Intrigued, aren't you?) I don't want to make too light of it all, though...the part involving the ambulance was really quite sad, and I don't know the exact ending to that part of the story yet.
That's it for today--I think somebody's got a case of the Mondays. Heh.