Material Things, They’re Just Things

Since July, it is not an exaggeration to say life has been a challenge. Seems if it’s not one thing it’s another. First the storm that wiped out our little farm, this led to insurance chaos, then finding city contractors who weren’t clueless on rebuilding functional structures for livestock. Then the waiting games…

It is now almost October, and finally the last job on the property is being addressed today. At 7am a crew arrived to replace one 6ft and two 12ft twisted iron gates. There are still three downed trees to attend to, but I crossed that job off my list until the weather drops below 80 degrees, that should be by the end of this month.

Of course before the storm hit we were right in the middle of remodeling two rooms in our house. So everywhere we went, home sweet home was either a train wreck or a cluttered mess. I thought to myself when tackling this renovation that it might be too much on top of caring for my elderly father. I certainly would have put remodeling on hold if I knew we’d be hit with a devastating storm on top of everything else.

Just when I thought we were on the path to smooth sailing, once again, we’re faced with yet another challenge…. Dad.

Dad is 89 years old, and insists on living alone. That means I’m on call 24 hrs a day, with multiple daily trips to Dad’s house seven days a week. He’s only 2 minutes away, no big deal. But no big deal has turned into quite something else… a week ago.

Although the property is shaping up, and the renovations are almost done, a trip to the hospital ER with Dad has definitely taken the wind out of our sails.Ā  After a short stay at the hospital, Dad was transported to a skilled nursing center. This opens a whole new can of worms to say the least. I’m trying to manage his affairs, his medical care and decisions, his house, his cat, well the list just goes on and on.

You’d think his house would be the least of my worries. But of course, a quick stop at his house to check on things revealed his refrigerator bit the dust, and just for giggles, it decided to flood the kitchen too. That fiasco is now cleaned up, and how super fun was that? Well, let’s put it this way, I will never keep fish in the freezer again, ever. Today I’m on a hunt for a new affordable refrigerator, highly doubting the affordable part.

After my appliance shopping ordeal, I’m off to try and make this difficult situation easier for my Dad. His living arrangements are in question, and I can’t even imagine how he must feel. I lost a barn and some trees, Dad is facing losing his freedom… kinda puts things in perspective.

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amy elizabeth, writer, author. Lives in the northeastern reaches of the Sonoran Desert on a small hobby farm. Raises laying hens.
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4 Responses to Material Things, They’re Just Things

  1. canaf says:

    Hope you get a chance to catch your breath soon :-(. It always seems to be that things just keeping piling on us.

  2. Littlesundog says:

    Oh, what a lot on your plate Amy. These times are never easy but it sure does make a person think about what is really important. Keep your chin up… things will improve!

  3. Wow! What an emotional whirlwind for you! It seems to me you need to take a deep breath, saddle up one of those horses, and go for a nice long ride.

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