There is a saying that goes something like “God never gives us more than we can handle”.  If that is true then I say ENOUGH GOD! And yes I’m saying it in “shouty capitals”.  God obviously doesn’t know me very well otherwise he/she would know that turning my life into a bad, very bad, Country Western song is more than I can deal with.

About a year ago my blog was filled with my tongue in cheek stories of geriatric hell.  Dad (90) had just come out of the nursing home/rehab after breaking a hip. Everyone at the rehab told us he was not in good enough shape to go home. Mom (87) was not in very good shape either. My father in law (93) was up here on an extended visit from Miami.

I tend to handle situations by poking fun at them. None of it was actually funny but after all, if you can’t laugh. . . I digress. Since then a lot has changed but I’m still trying to find the humor in it all.  Honestly, the past year has been the stuff that all of those maudlin country songs are written about.

In only nine months –

               Dad got sick and died

               Step Daughter (brave beyond belief) fought breast cancer and won

               Dog (sweetest dog ever) got sick and died

               Mom got sick and died

               Ornery dog has heart problems

So listen up God. I’ve had enough. My family has had enough. I’m not kidding around here. Do not send anymore crap our way. I might have to write a really bad song about it.