Rain and Post-Surgery

1. After almost 3 months without rain, the heavens opened up and poured down upon us Friday morning.. I lay in bed with the window open listening to it rain heavily for over an hour plus. It was amazing. (Reminded me of when I was a little girl and it rained that hard and the gutters could not handle it. The water began to rise up the front yard of our house on Navajo Dr. )
   Anyway, there were road closures and mud all over town. It was exciting. Our lawn has never looked better! Todd's school was flooded. True Value said they almost ran out of mops and buckets. We've had way above average temperatures. We went from using the heater one week to the A/C the next! The rain has cooled everything off and I hope it stays that way for a while!
   This picture is on Coppermine road just after the Haul road turn off-the road that goes to the ballfields. Highway 98, between Big Lake Trading Post and the NGS Plant was closed as well.
   
   

Well, as most of you know, I survived surgery. It has been difficult. I hate being in bed and this has knocked me a good one. Wednesday night after the surgery and full of drugs, I could not sleep. It was most miserable. I quit taking the pain meds and have done fine on Tylenol. Thursday, the expected congestion set in and I have to breathe through my mouth which is annoying and gross, not to mention the snoring. I can not blow my nose, either.
I was able to get up and move around the house this morning--cleaning up and I even put a pot of stew on. Todd took me for my first major outing-shopping at Safeway. By the time I got home, it was back to bed and the ice bags.


Now, I don't want to sound bitchy, BUT allow me please to get this off my chest. Many years ago the Stake split our wards and we were put in the Page 5th Ward. It has been an interesting experience. It is the old Page 2nd Ward with all the old timers. I really feel the only person in the Ward that cares about us is our home teacher, Wayne Gustaveson. He is wonderful and is the 2nd counselor in the Bishopric. He has given me several blessings since all this illness began. I know he cares and would do anything for Todd and me. But, the Relief Society could care less. They all knew I was having surgery and not one call, one loaf of bread or even a plate of cookies has appeared. Poor Todd has gone downtown for lunch and dinner take out every night and as most of you know, we don't have that many good places to eat in Page, AZ. Funny thing is, they don't hesitate to call me to take a meal or something into someone else. It just bugs. I remember the old days of Page, the house would be full of food from anyone and everyone when mom would get sick and we owned the KFC! People looked out for one another and comforted one another. I have a friend from the Episcopal Church ask if we needed meals brought in. Course, I told him, No, since I figured our RS would come through. OK, that said, I'll still go to Church, sit on the back row and be anonymous-fine with me.