I've collected a few thoughts over the week but was too busy on Saturday to finish the letter and get it posted, even though it's dated the 22nd. Now it's the 25th :-)
During my last five minutes of the shift I wrote down a few of the calls that made the day a crazy day. They included two escapes from a secure facility, an accident involving an overturned Penske truck, an accident involving a violation of a protection order resulting in an arrest, an accident involving a DWI driver, one accident involving a stolen vehicle resulting in an arrest, one traffic stop resulting in an arrest because of outstanding felony warrants, a burglary in progress, four ambulance requests, another one in the jail. Protestors due to the Amber Guyer trial, shots fired at a park, loose horses, more major and minor accidents, and three armed subjects on BOLOs. Yeah. One of those days. And I go home to my little happy bubble, so glad to have family and peace surrounding me. I love the gospel.
Breyer decided she was going to run for the girl class representative in her classroom. She was going against five girls, and there were three boys for the other spot. This decision required her to write her own speech, and share a poster. When she came home Wednesday and told us she lost, in second place, because her competitor handed out candy, we laughed. Just like real life for sure. Of course we told her how proud we are of her making this effort, encouraged her to try again, and reminded her to support the winner. And laughed some more.
Breyer's school also celebrated First Responder's Day, of which I am officially since the 1st of September. Because I was not able to go, she brought home a goodie bag for me.
Speaking of Breyer, she wanted to play spy with me. She changed her clothes, redid her hair, collected a pair of walkie talkies, put in an ear phone for her unit, gathered paper, pen with invisible ink, and went off on her covert assignments. She enjoyed spying on Miller, peeking in on Dad, rescuing the dog. But taking the knives out of the autoclave after sterilization treatment was not her idea of spy work.
We got together with the Gammons gang plus and went to the Texas Rangers vs Oakland A's baseball game last Saturday. I came from work, and met the gang high on the upper deck. It was a hot night. Thank goodness for their $1 refills. Rather than remembering the game, I think we'll all be remembering the car problems Dad had while driving home. He found a flat tire on his Prius in the parking lot. Had some help putting on the donut, and then the catalytic converter was done. Overclogged, the car couldn't go faster than 20 mph. Having to use freeways to get from Arlington to Granbury was not fun for him. They got home close to 1:30 a.m., with me falling asleep holding my phone in case they needed to be rescued.
We put the car in the shop Monday to the tune of $900 something big ones. Ouch! Realistically it could be about 2.5 car payments, which we don't want, but hopefully will go a long way in fixing the car. There are a few more issues that need to be cleaned up.
The boys and Dad continue to play baseball Tuesday evenings, under the lights for a few $$ now. Miller had his first game Saturday. With my new schedule I'll miss all eight game weekends unless I take one or two off. Dad attended the home owner association meeting so I think Sawyer's the only one that went. Dad took them bowling in the afternoon. That's their second venture on a Saturday afternoon as there's a special on the price then. They love it.
I'm looking forward to hearing about the weekend adventures in Utah with grandparents, cousins and a wedding. Fun! Find Cooper and tell him to call me. Remind Porter to buy some food. Remind Tanner to change the complicated Amazon password for me. Remind Hunter to be thinking about flying home at Christmas.
Love,
Mom
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