Wink no mow

We are back here at Six Little Acres for a different kind of trip this time. 

Our GrandLittle Baby Wren is 20 months old and she had surgery Thursday to remove the majority of a cancerous neuroblastoma tumor from her neck. The surgery was successful and she, mommy and daddy are all snuggled in to a hospital bed for the next few days. 

Ninja Man and I arrived on Wednesday evening, just in time to open up the house, unpack and get settled in so we could spend the next day at the hospital.  

Some work has been done since we were here last. A new electrical box was installed, much better than the one that was in there before. 
There’s even a peek-hole at the top. No, we did not opt for the peek hole version- it just came as a bonus. An unexpected surprise, if you will. Our peek-hole, while irritating, is nothing compared to a baby having cancer surgery, so we just said, “oh, pashaw” and went on with our lives. Sometimes that’s the best one can do. 

Ninja Man wanted to bring his truck, which made a ton of sense- until we realized that we would have to drive it in Atlanta traffic and park in an underground garage that has itty bitty spaces. 

So we brought the SneakMobile. It’s my favorite car and I love it probably more than I should. I don’t love it enough to wash it every week, but you get the idea. 

Here we are with the Three Stooges and a ton of stuff crammed into the car. 


It was a very boring trip. This happened: 


Once we arrived, we thought we would mow the grass. 

There was no gas in the tank or in the little can. 

Ninja figured he would just drive to the corner and buy gas. 

Um, no. 

The SneakMobile was filled with lots of goodies for cancer children and their families. The large number of bags were donated by friends of mine. We couldn’t expose such precious cargo to the likes of gas or fumes in the car, and we couldn’t deliver the gifts until the next day. 

So we didn’t mow on Wednesday. 

Thursday was surgery day. It was surreal, like having to see something through because you have no other choice. The chemo rounds and this surgery day was the most adulting I have ever had to do. And I would have taken that disease on myself if it would save baby Wren from going through it. 

So Thursday we just did what we had to do. We went through the motions of a very long day until we were blessed with the news that our GrandLittle did well and was in recovery. 

Driving the nearly hour back, we were mostly silent. When Ninja Man and I spoke it was to talk about the blessings of such a day. 

We didn’t mow on Thursday. 

Friday we tried to do a little bit of work on the Six Little Acres but little got accomplished. He was able to get the gasoline and use the mower and trailer to haul some big stuff to the dumpster but we didn’t take time to mow. 


I was able to spray some seriously chemical hazardous waste on the wall and wipe it down. It came off easily but I was tired and not in the mood.  

 

Ninja Man decided to take a look at this weird corner- the one I want taken out. 


He said nothing was there but a few spiders. Really? They didn’t survive. 

One thing we both felt was important was to install our security system. 
Ninja Man got on it. 

We bought a system called Wink.  It’s the bomb-diggity. You’ll have to Google it to see all the amazing stuff it can do. 

We have been playing with it, enjoying seeing the app say the door has been opened – even if we are standing right in the doorway. 

On Saturday we ended up (unexpectedly) visiting a family member in the local hospital and three hours later, we came back and napped. 

We saw the Little and her mommy and daddy later in the day, went to dinner and now we are sitting on the porch doing nothing. Not even mowing. 

There is so much work to be done here that it’s not even funny. But we realize we are two exhausted, emotionally drained grandparents who have a tiny oasis in the storm and we are just taking some time to get grounded. 

We might mow before we leave tomorrow. We might not. 

If you’re the praying sort, please pray with us for Baby Wren, her mommy and daddy. 
If you like to send jingles or positive thoughts, those are appreciated. But if you don’t know Christ, check out John 3:16. He has a beautiful story. The word “everlasting” is even there. Wow. It’s so worth the read. 

Thanks for stopping by and God bless. 

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