We Just Got the Call

I haven't had a chance to strategize with Jon yet but he got a call in the late morning saying that he needs to be at the IPOP on Wednesday morning. Oof, that is so little warning. Because we had heard not one peep from them in the last two weeks, we assumed we would hear that things were starting in a week or so. We have so many balls in the air now that need to be handed off to some other hands.  It will happen. We have until tomorrow night to get sorted out.

But a couple hours after he got that call, I was driving the tractor over so Jon could help me hook up the bedder and Benjamin says, as I am driving by, "Dad is cursing."  "What's he cursing about?"  "Dunno." 
Turns out he just got another call saying he needs to be in Baltimore tomorrow at 2:30 to get his weight and height checked.  What a waste of four hours right in the middle of the day.  So now he is going to drive the truck and trailer to Loudoun in the morning, picking up a load of sawdust on the way, get Mark Trader going on his long list of mechanical work, talk to Stephen about the next steps on lots of things, drive to Baltimore to get weighed, come back to Loudoun and pick up another load of sawdust on the way back home. I am guessing the second load of sawdust is not really going to happen. That choreography is way too tight.

So -- we are not ready now but we will be ready when we need to be. We have had a relaxed two weeks at home. It rained and was cold for lots of it so we really did have time to lounge around. I think Jon is all healthy again. Today is the first warm day in a very long time and I saw the first beet plants poking up out of the ground and I counted three tiny carrot plants that are just pushing through.  Carrie and I will lay a lot of plastic tomorrow so everyone else can plant all the onions while we are in Baltimore.

We are both glad we had these two weeks away from the hospital.  We got to see lots of people, even if we didn't get to get near anyone.  It was a treat. Today we had an impromptu picnic lunch at the tables in Mom's front yard -- Benjamin, Yael, the magical Mika, my mother and Michael, Julia who has been here for one month exactly, me.  Jon was nearby, fiddling with a tractor.  These are the moments that we will be glad to come back to.  Just got to get this transplant done.


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