You know, tension can be a good thing.
Under the right conditions, the stretching action, otherwise known as tension, can build body strength, create literary interest and be a useful tool for engineering. On the other hand, tension in human relations makes for some difficult times.
And, to say that we’ve been experiencing a bit of tension around here might be a major understatement...
Ever since July, we have been anticipating the Boss’ next post-cancer surgery MRI. The one that would tell if those things that “lit up” on the last one were of serious concern. If you missed that whole saga, read these. https://homesteadhillfarm.blogspot.com/2017/08/sunday-walkabout-8-6.html
In the meantime, we went through the motions. We got our farm and garden work done.
|odd pink light at daybreak (no filter)|
|sheep on fall clean-up|
|what is this?|
some sort of alien life form?
Girlfriend found a patch of burdock
|she's COVERED in it!|
|the other sheep seem perplexed|
We even took our annual “fieldtrip” over the mountain for a little leaf-peeping, local apples and the Boss’ “birthday lunch”.
|pretty ride over the mountain|
|do you see why|
a disabled tractor trailer closed down the whole road?
at Wild Wolf
|near Piney River|
|pretty red maple leaves|
|more Rockfish Gap|
But, all the while, the thought of that upcoming scan was lurking in the corners of our minds. But, not in our conversations.
He tends to go all “John Wayne” and shut down when he feels that his emotions might get the best of him. Me, I babble on and on, hoping there’s an answer or insight in the multitude of words. But, John Wayne was winning this one. We weren’t going to talk about anything that wasn’t positive. And, we couldn’t attempt any future plans.
So, we were at an impasse until he finally admitted just how nervous he was. Which didn’t happen until the day before the scan. He was incredibly anxious and trying to prepare himself for the worst.
That left me in the odd position of being the positive one, the voice of reason. Since we’d already faced getting scary news unexpectedly, I figured we had already run the emotional gamut. Surely, things would be all right. It was just a matter of faith, right?
But, then, there was the unsettling possibility that I was being overly optimistic. (and I hesitated to voice that concern) The impasse continued...the tension built.
Monday morning found us heading over the mountain in the dark once more. The boss silently driving, and me babbling. (trips over the mountain in the dark trigger memories of that awful night in ’10, and I talk even more...but, at least it was a distraction from the scary thoughts)
The trip over the mountain was uneventful. But, there had been a windstorm in the night that had knocked out power to the area. When we arrived, the imaging clinic was struggling to get everything back on-line. Numerous employees had been unable to make it to work, so the schedule was backed up. That left little time for the Boss to get some breakfast before we needed to be at the clinic for his appointment with the surgeon. (as you probably know, you aren’t allowed to eat before medical tests...hence the early morning appointment)
MRI scan completed, breakfast eaten, parking place secured, we were astonished when the elevator doors opened to a crowded waiting room. Since the clinic was running behind as well, we sat for quite a while. Tension began to build again.
When the doctor finally breezed in, it was immediately clear that the news was good. As a matter of fact, he was so confident in the good news that he scheduled the next scan for SIX months instead of three.
It was as if the weight of the world lifted from the Boss’ shoulders. His relief was visibly evident.
|he didn't realize I photographed the moment of relief|
That was a great birthday present!
(yes, the scan was indeed done on the Boss’ birthday---which just added to the tension)
Life has been pretty anti-climactic after that.
We received some much-needed rain.
|rainy Sunday on birch leaves|
|bad weather moving through|
|after the rain|
|a closer look at the view above|
3 white-tail deer out for a morning stroll
|rainy leaves in the backyard|
|certainly looks like November|
|another day of rain!|
We hauled the last load of lambs to the processor without incident or difficulty.
|you never know what you might see on the interstate|
this time...a one-legged skeleton on the back of a big rig!
The Boss harvested the last of the fall potatoes and got them stored in the reefer for winter sales. I realized that this is the first time in over 20 years that I have not played an integral part in potato harvest.
And, I do love potato harvest!
We’re down to just two more Market days for the season.
SO glad for the upcoming the time change!
(it is TOO dark)
...so now we can be in count-down mode for my upcoming surgery. We had a second consult with the doctor to answer questions and allay fears. He makes it sound so easy. Now we’re just waiting for the hospital to call with the exact time. This time next week I should feel like a different woman. (here’s hopin’!)
|last of morning glories behind the barn|
If you missed it earlier in the week, I’m working on a series focusing on gratitude. Check it out here. here. Look for another post this Thursday.
Thanks for reading along. And, a special thanks for all the love and prayers for the Boss!
Hope you’re having a Happy Sunday!
|lots of "gumballs" on the gum tree up on the lane|
Come back and “visit” us again real soon.
You can view the Boss’ Market shots here: