So, it turns out that due to conflicting schedules and things we won’t have a family Easter get-together this year.
On one hand, it’s a little depressing, but on the other, it’s kind of a relief.
I mean, we’ve been entirely too busy these past few weekends to even consider Easter basket gifts, hunts, or going all-out for a family barbecue experience.
Honestly, I’m probably the only one brave enough to tell mom I’m relieved and more looking forward to pushing our family time to Mother’s Day in May or something.
After all, Mike was only allowed to start hobbling on his right foot for tiny distances as long as he had some form of support – like a walker.
Even then, his physical therapy progress is slow and will continue at a snail’s pace for the immediate future.
Apparently, we’ll know more in roughly two weeks to see if he can start adding more weight or going further distances.
I’m also hoping that by May he’ll be well on the mend and only need a cane for assistance walking.
Through no fault of his own, any excursions require his walker, the borrowed wheelchair, and an assortment of other accessories that take up space in the car.
Those items make it harder for us to take only one vehicle to wherever we’re planning on going and often has led to leaving one person home to care for the dogs – which I guess works out.
Still, my siblings and I managed to jaunt over to Lake Jackson thisweekend for some quality time and to run a few errands for mom.
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While I was a little late hearing the news about Donna Harrison’s passing Friday night, it still left me shocked and shaken.
I mean, I’d just seen her while the fair and rodeo were wrapping up and I’d enjoyed our conversation and her hugs.
Plus, I can easily say that all of my memories of her have been fond ever since the moment I met her in my junior year of high school.
Donna was my chemistry teacher back then and went above and beyond helping me understand chemical equations.
Newsflash – I was and still am terrible at math!
Even then, she also provided me and other students with ways to make up points lost by helping clean the lab.
Despite my lacking affinity for math, my lab work skills were above pretty much everyone else and she complimented me often on them.
In fact, I recall one time when she asked me why I was so good at it and I replied to her that I’d been baking and cooking since the fifth grade and had learned that if you miss a step in the kitchen you paid for it in the end.
So, I learned the necessary attention to detail aspects at home and applied them to the lab accordingly.
I was glad to see my sister have her as a biology teacher my senior year, too.
At the very least, I knew she was in good hands and would be able to learn from Donna’s guidance and teaching styles.
Donna was my favorite science teacher by far and I don’t exactly remember when she retired from teaching but I know that there are plenty of students who gained more knowledge about the world around them.
My thoughts and prayers are with her family and friends during this time.
