The Waiting Game

I think I hate December. And the Holidays.

3439b2f9c95ccda8c231310615b9639fBad memories. Bad things continuing to happen. The enforced cheerfulness weighs like a boulder on my heart.

And now I’m waiting to hear about my daughter’s shoulder injury. The CT scan showed “pieces”. That can’t be good and my spidey sense whispers… surgery. We’ll talk with the surgeon later today.

Finishing up the next episode in the Ranch to Market Chronicles seems a distant memory. The critters need attention. Ro needs help doing even simple tasks. If stuff hasn’t broken down, it’s merely not quite time for the next disaster. I’m too tired and distracted to write.

I wonder if I’ll ever get back to it.

But, on the bright side… we have running water and flush toilets again. For that I am very grateful. Confining the chickens, the four remaining after the hawk and raccoon slaughters, has made a huge difference. They are easier to deal with during the winter with access to a heated bucket of water and a safe haven in a wire mesh ‘house’. No eggs though. I really must have a word with the Barred Rocks.

I dunno… is this the new normal for us?

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About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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6 Responses to The Waiting Game

  1. mo883mpetersdesires says:

    *hugs tight* I know it doesn’t seem like much, but we’re all here for you.

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  2. rvraiment says:

    It’s a horrible season, for more reasons than I’d care to put into writing. My heartfelt sympathies where your daughter’s injury is concerned. Many years ago, when to all intents and purposes my daughter lay dying, I was mystified by the behaviour, especially the angst, of a couple whose daughter had been admitted for a broken arm. Then it struck me. There is no gradation of suffering for a parent. When your child is hurting it hurts you as much as it possibly can. A friendly hug, if permitted.

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  3. magnoliahillway says:

    Not the same kind of holidays when we were younger and expected the delight of the surprise! Now life just gets in the way! I don’t look forward to this year’s festivities. So I’ll stay home and read! There are some Nya books waiting for my attention.
    LynE

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