Tony and I got the wind knocked out of us this weekend. Big time. I guess we were getting too fat and sassy and were in need of a dose of humility. Poor Tony bore the brunt of it. After a sleepless night of call he arrived in St John to discover a certified letter indicated that he is receiving disciplinary action at the hospital. (Ironically we think this was the result of Tony trying to attend his high council meetings). Literally minutes later he got word from our accountant that we owe the government every penny of our remodel savings. Top that off with a couple thousand dollar property tax bill and the pride check was complete. Even Cooper's undefeated basketball team lost in the final game of the SJ tournament to their rival Pomeroy.
Like most humbling experiences, once you catch your breath, the blessings are as bright as neon signs. The house is paid off. We had the money to pay the taxes. We didn't have to touch the emergency fund or start racking up bills on the credit cards. Granted, the money was earmarked for our dream, but our dream can wait. Furthermore, we both got clear impressions on how to proceed with construction on Mado's flooded basement. We now have a written budget and a very good motive to follow it with gazelle intensity. Oh yeah--and we've already committed to a cruise in May with Mom, Dad, Jeff and Stacey. Had the bad news come one week earlier, we would have had to back out. Hooray for that tender mercy.
Tony meets tomorrow with the other Doctors to review the disciplinary action. They had better not mess with my man.
Monday was no school. We celebrated with the neighborhood friends by building a big bonfire and roasting marshmallows and hotdogs. The kitchen floor has never experienced that volume of mud before (the picture does not do it justice). It was extra fun (and mucky) because it was snowing almost the whole time. That night the sky dumped about 3 inches of the most beautiful white snow and today was gorgeous blue sky and sunshine perfection.
Overheard:
Max: "Sometimes I feel the spirit in my head and in my tummy."
Wilson after an alien abduction: "Mom I have wrestling on Tuesday. How does that work with your schedule?"
Marcos the Latin Lover after suffering rejection from his beloved Ivy: "Ivy mean!"
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