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A surprise visitor ...
A surprise visitor …

For several years now, Diane and Theresa have hosted their annual 4th of July party.  However, this year, the family ran into a series of health problems.  In the week leading up to the party, my great Aunt Muggs went into the hospital.  A few days later, my Aunt Theresa followed for an extended stay and on Thursday, my Uncle Steven went in overnight for surgery.  Of course, our designated family health proxy, my Aunt Diane, was/is running back and forth between the three of them.

So, as the week progressed, I began with questioning how we would have the party this year.  Wasn’t this too much?  How are you going to do all the setup and cooking, etc. etc.  Each response was met with, what appeared to be, deaf ears.  Finally, as we where waiting in the Emergency Room at St. Joseph’s Hospital, Diane broke down and said that the party would have to be canceled.  Obviously, I thought the official decision was long overdue, but was relieved that everyone seemed to be on the same page.

Two days later, my sister, Judy, called the house and said that she was still going forward with a smaller get together on Saturday.  My initial response went something like … Are you fucking kidding me?  Then the surprise was revealed that arrangements had been made for my youngest sister, Sister Mary Gerard, to fly in and surprise everyone at the party on her way to a retreat next week in New York City.  Well, the surprise was really on her as the everyone was healing and the party was postponed.  My second response went something like … she’s not administering last rites to someone is she?

Finally, my sister found someone to play games with ...
Finally, my sister found someone to play games with …

Well, Theresa and Aunt Muggs weren’t able to get there, but my parents were surprised and Steven was sprung to spend a few hours with David, Judy and the boys.  Although it wasn’t what everyone had planned, the weather was cooperating and everyone was out of immediate danger, albeit several of them still rehabbing.

Judy and David ...
Judy and David …
Mother Mary and Sister Mary ...
Mother Mary and Sister Mary …
Steven and Joshua ...
Steven and Joshua …

…. But this day was doomed from the beginning.  Judy decided that she could pickup the lasagna pan with her bare hands.  The result was second degree burns that warranted a surprise trip for her and David to North Medical.  Mom and Debbie were off to mass.  Diane was off to check on Theresa and Aunt Muggs.

Finally, the scariest moment of the week … Shannon and I were asked to watch the kids.  My jaw almost hit the floor.  Hell no … oh no she didn’t … this was several hours into the gathering and my “child quota” needle was already pushing into the red.  Granted my father and Steven where there, but on this particular day, it could be a toss up as to whether or not this could be closer to babysitting for four.

We all made it through it … however, I didn’t waste anytime getting the hell out of there before something else went wrong.  It’s now later Saturday evening.  I’ve dumped some pictures off the camera and had a little something to eat, when it dawns on me … its only Saturday!  I’m sort of scared to leave the house on Sunday.

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