Peace and blessings to you and yours, Arfie, it's a horrible time. Thanks for updating:-) Know we're here, with the caring, whenever you can share.:-)

Oh no!
Your hubby's midlife crisis strikes!

He's hanging out with young redheaded chicks!

Gentle support to you to keep you stable on good footing as you juggle along, arfie. Keep us posted when the time comes. We're with you.

Eldest son and I --yes, the one with from I received the "Toxic Family" treatment for most of 2014-- built a make-shift shelter of old tarps this morning. The new girls in the yard are huddled beneath it, staying drier than they were under the ligustrum bush where they spent last night. Did a miracle happen? Eldest son and I had a good time with collaborating on the temporary shelter. Hubs took some time for girl watching in the drizzle before he took off for the stress barn.

The chaos continues, but keeping balanced so far. I gots to get back to it. Just stopped in for the supportive hugs. Thank you.

In case it needs saying, Arfie, I really like reading your posts. You are very wise and have a very...umm...unique and quirky sense of humor.

Sending strength from the trailer park ( meth lab free since 2005!)

HUGS!!!

Bluedragon, is a meth lab free trailer park legal? What good is a trailer park if I can't get my meth fresh off the stove???

So... I have a moment to go on with the update...

Youngest son --the one with my grandson and his mother-- got fired. Insert colorful expletive here_____. He broke the news to hubs on Tuesday and hubs nearly had a relapse. Ended up having to cut off the phone conversation. I was lost in visions of another emergency room trip while hubs told me the news. It took a goodly the rest of the night to calm him down enough to lose the visions of that ER trip. I was only feeling marginally better about his condition when he went of to work yesterday morning. There was not we will be asked to pay the price of Youngest Son's getting fired. Our financial situation will not be able to carry the load.

When Youngest Son and his fam showed up for hubs's bday celebration, I brought them up-to-date on hubs's condition. They live in San Antonio and we had not really given them enough detail to realize that this is a life or death maintenance gig until the surgery or surgeries. The first (could be only) surgery is scheduled for Jan 16.

Girl-howdy, it was a day of intense dialogue, including the part about how we need to be filtering this for hubs. At best, he has a hole in his bile duct and a still infected gall bladder. One of the pieces of dialect was Eldest Son enjoying a brief gloat over the perfect son being in the Fuck up Role while he was in a position to be helpful. The gloat was forgivable because he quickly moved it to the part where he told them he could move out at a moment's notice if they needed to move back in. It looks like that is what is going to happen.

Prayers -by whatever name- appreciated. Methinks we will need them all.

Oh yea... The chickens seem to like the gypsy-rigged shelter Eldest Son and I tacked together for them this morning. Seem to. It is keeping them warm and dry in the drizzle, but they are still pretty bewildered by their new environment. Anybody have a clue how long before I can expect my eggs??? The hens are fully grown. I am clueless how to age an adult hen. This is my first close up run with chickens.

Sorry you are having to cope with so much. Sending you gentle healing, we are here with you

Hang in there, Arfie. I'll be keeping y'all in my thoughts.....

Healing prayers sent your way.

(((Hugs)))

Yes, prayers on your behalf are going out, arfie, no question. Thanks for the updates. Hope posting them shares the burden a bit.