jdog and time to share my T

Yesterday, when I woke to the alarm for my mandated time of breakfast, that truck was parked in front of my house.

Three hours later it was still there.

John, the owner of the house next to mine, had called in the junk haulers to cart away my neighbor's belongings: furniture, clothing, the children's toys, all of it.

My neighbors were at work and had no clue that he was there and doing such a heinous act.

I had not known they were unaware until they suddenly showed up, then there was a shouting match about John having all their stuff spread on the front yard.

Thank God the girls were at school.

What a shock for them, to come home and find they had no home anymore.

Such a sad situation.

They've been excellent neighbors.

Anyway, that's not what I meant to focus on.

The name on the truck is the focus.

I took a photo of it, then sent it to the physicist, texting "Just thought you should know they've taken your name in vain. LOL"

As you may recall, he is known to me as J-Dawg.

(smile)
Well, this afternoon, he responded with "God dammit!!! Again?!?!??"

I chose that time to write, "You should also know I've spent the week recovering from two days in St. Joseph's last week. I have atrial fibrillation."

And so began our conversation, via text, about my health issues, including my feeling totally drunk for all of that time from the anesthesia, my feeling this morning like I'd been punched in the chest from the electric shock, my feeling old from having this heart problem.

By the time, we were done, with him ending with the admonishment "Don't be done yet! We got a lot more to do!", one thing was clear.

It was time to let those I love know what was going on.

So far, the news had gone to my brothers and their families, my niece Christina, Dawn (as I had to cancel a luncheon) and two of mi amigas, Carolyn and Barbara.

That was it.

So, I'm going to take care of that right now, via email.

There's no way I could talk for long enough to let all know.

Talking can wait another day.