Good News Good News Good News

where to begin?  As some of you know Mrs Dale and I moved this past week from Nebraska to Oklahoma.  

The entire process began with a potential disaster.  I reserved the truck for Wednesday through Saturday, only I reserved our truck for the wrong Wednesday through Saturday.  I was freaking out, 'ohh shit, ohh shit I am gonna have to pay the 900$ for a truck TWICE! The customer service representative failed to inform me I would only be charged a 50$ late pick up/no show fee.  

Everything was okay, or so I thought.  I drive to the truck rental place in Kearney (60 miles from our house.) and when I inquire about my truck the gal tells me 'We have you in the system, but there is no truck.'  Standing here waiting, sweating bullets, unsure what the hell we're gonna do and the manager walks up and says 'whats the problem?... Ahh hell, give em 54782..'  so we get the truck and the car trailer and we are off.

HAIL! 

So we slow to a crawl and try in vain to find parking under an overpass along I-80, no dice.

Finally get back to our house and the punkass high school kids who'd promised whole heartedly to help us move, of course, flake and never show.  

A friend/ teacher at the school my wife works at did however come over and we made light work of loading our truck.  All great, but we didn't get all of our house into our truck.

PANIC.  Calling around asking about storage units, trying to figure out what the hell we're gonna do with all the shit we can't fit into our truck/car.  

So my wife works up the nerve, calls our landlord and asks if we can store our stuff in the garage for a few days.  Our (AWESOME) landlord replies, 'POPPYCOCK, leave it in the house. Don't fool around with trying to put it in the garage.  Just keep the keys another week and get your stuff when you can. No Problem!' 

WHEW.

So I am driving along doing 62 (the max speed the truck will do) getting hit by a lovely KS cross breeze and my Mom calls me. She's in Canada visiting my sister so with the day i've had so far bells are already going off.  

"Hi, Your dad is in the hospital' -- My mom wins no awards for breaking news gently.  That was how she prefaced it.  After I calmed down, she said 'ohh ohh, don't worry he's fine.  My dad, a smoker since he was 9, maybe 10 has smoked for over 50 years. So a call telling me he's in the hospital freaks me out.  The man doesn't go home from work sick, he doesn't go to the doctor when he is sick. My dad being in the hospital is a big deal. So she explains it is Pnuemonia and that he's fine. And that really, REALLY he is fine.

So, I call my dad to see how he is.  He's fine, but he didn't tell my mother (who, like me, is prone to worry) that he had a stroke and the doctors put in a stint. My mind is reeling at this point, unsure what the fuck is going on. My dad can't really explain medical jargon.  So how he's doing, how his heart is, all of that I am unsure of.

But we're moved, and my dad is alive.  I am going to visit him today.

I guess that was more just 'news' than say 'good' or 'bad'...

anyhow.

that is how things are with me.

Glad to hear you're moved TG.