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A "quick" rundown of the past few months:
Around May 4, I learned that I would have to find a new place to live because the landlady planned to sell the house I was renting.
On July 5, I signed a lease at an apartment. The next day Kent (future ex-husband) took Boo-Boo, our male cat, and my sister drove me to Des Moines to surrender our two girl kitties to the Animal Rescue League. I'm a firm believer that when you take an animal into your life, you need to be constant and not just pass them along on a whim. However, I had limited time and resources to find a place that would let us have any pets, let alone three cats. (The place we are living in specifically rules out every living creature other than human, except they allow one cat, with a $150 deposit and $25 extra per month, which I didn't know about until after we gave up our cats.)
The next week, the girls and I moved in.
We were in the process of getting settled and unpacking and getting used to the new place. School was coming up soon and we got Amanda signed up for the alternative high school, in her last chance for a regular diploma. The GED classes are in the evening, when I'm working, and she doesn't drive, so that's not a viable option right now.
Mom broke her leg.
It was the night of Aug. 3, a Friday. The Bohemian Hall (dance hall outside Fort Dodge) burned and we (at the newspaper) had to scramble to cover it. I was at work until midnight and was still awake when Donna called to ask me to check on Mom as Lifeline had called her. I went to Mom's (after getting dressed again, just in case, which turned out to be a good idea) and called 911. She was on the floor in the bathroom, unable to get up. They took her to the hospital, and a round of X-rays later, we find that she has broken the fibula into three pieces and the tibia has bone fragments at the base. Surgery is required.
The surgery was nearly three weeks later. Mom spent that time in a nursing home and is still there. She's not to put any weight on the left leg and is supposed to have it in the boot nearly all the time.
Since Mom's not living at her apartment, the rent subsidy doesn't apply. Neither Donna nor I can pay her rent as well as our own. The nursing home is going to be getting nearly all of Mom's Social Security. So we are packing up her things and putting them in storage. Mostly in my garage at my apartment. And tomorrow friends from church are coming to help us move the furniture and whatever boxes we have packed.
It's not nearly done, but we have to pay by the day each day this month that we are in possession of the apartment - more expense.
Anyway, my point in all of this is to say that I owe you all an apology. I apologize to those who want to read my blog and have been missing out. And I apologize to those who don't want to read it and don't mind missing updates on Facebook and Twitter. Those will resume as I start getting back into the blogging habit.
Pity my fans on In Old Fort Dodge - I haven't updated that site since early July, and when I get a chance to, they are probably going to get a lot of updates in a short time. But that's the nature of that site - it's supposed to be daily articles, and when I go back to put them in, they will all come at once.
Well, there you have it. Now you know why I put quote marks around "quick" in the beginning.