Bat Man!!!!

Tonight's post is NOT going the way I thought it would. I thought I would report about Roger going south to work on the boat, about how Roger is generally feeling. I was going to post about all kinds of things. But life takes you in a different direction...and you just NEVER know its going to happen. 

I've mentioned the old gal who lives across the street, Oneida.  She lost her husband this summer.  They've been together for-ever.  Well they - she - are adopted family to us.  We look out for her.  Rake her leaves, shovel her snow, take food over to her.  She cooks for us all the time.  Its a mutual love-fest.  Anyway, I digress.  Roger and I are both terrified Oneida is going to call us because she's fallen...or worse, she doesn't call us and we find her when its too late.  Tonight, I got a call from her.  She sounded in a panic, worried, upset.  OMG.  A million  horrible things ran through my mind in a split second.  "Yes, Oneida.  What's wrong??  Are you ok??"  Oneida's Reply "Angie, Angie.  Oh my goodness.  Angie.  I got it.  I got it. It was on the wall.  I got it. Can you come over??"  ...me:  "Oneida, WHAT???  You got WHAT??? Are you ok????"....my sweet, dingbat neighbor...: "its a bat! It was on the wall.  I swatted it down.  Now I have it trapped under a box.  Are YOU afraid of Bats???"  me:  "No.  I'm not afraid of bats.  I'll be over in a minute."  With Roger in tow, a plastic box lid in hand (to slide under the box with the bat), and leather gloves on our hands we marched across the street to save our little old damsel in distress.  As we approached the front door, we heard a shriek.  We rushed in to find the old gal behind a chair dancing around with an enormous pair of leather gloves on her hands and an upside down cardboard box on the floor. 

Seriously???  A bat???  Come on.  This is really too much.  But honestly.  NO exaggeration.  A real bat.  So I was prepared to figure out how to save our old gal across the street AND rescue this little creature though I have to admit...I had no clue how I was going to do it.  My hero hubby, wearing leather gloves, three coats, a hat and multiple other layers captured the little critter in his hands.  Roger scooped the little guy into his hands all the while the little bat screeched away.  Sooooooooooooooooooo cool!!!!!!!!!!!!  Honestly sooooooooooooo cool.  Roger and I both stared at the little guy.  Not really cute, but kinda cute and with these amazing, delicate wings.  Oneida on the other hand was hiding behind a chair yelling " NO NO NO I don't want to see him.  Take him way."   Roger dutifully took the little winged critter outside and watched him fly out of his hands.  Seriously????  Isn't that the coolest?  Ok, there's a bit of creepy.  And for you germophobes, maybe the critter presents concerns for you not to mention the poor old gal.  I just think it was really too cool seeing a bat up close like that.

Life is about moments.  Crazy, unpredictable, flat-out-weird moments not to mention those beautiful, perfect, singular moments.  I was sooo relieved our neighbor was fine, amused at the situation, and secretly glad that Roger was there to prevent me from having to figure out how I was going to get the bat outside without hurting it. I'm ok with catching a random mouse in the house and setting it free.  A bat would have been pushing things a little. 

Update on our gorgeous Xmas tree. She has lights and is dressed in glass ornaments and beautiful artificial poinsettia blooms.  She needs a little more attention but is just gorgeous.  Roger walked into the room this evening and announced what a pretty tree she is.

So, now back to the post as planned.  Roger feels OK.  Mostly puny.  Despite going down to the boat, he was pretty wiped out.  Turns out he is also in the process of passing kidney stones!  Will the guy ever catch a break? Will he ever catch a break?  He said he passed three stones last night and thinks he is in the process of passing another one or two now.  I am in the process of running a hot bath for him now to see if it will help reduce the pain (usually does with kidney stones) .  Roger's urologist said the stones should reduce if not stop once he turns 50.  Well, he's 52... damn things should be gone. So, he is not only having to deal with cancer and chemo...he also has an ongoing battle with kidney stones!  WHATHEHELL??

 I won't even go into the large destruction/problem he found in one of the motors on the boat.  Suffice to say, the Wethington cloud of bad luck continues!  I'm sure our little adventure with the winged creature across the street...while a little bit of an adrenaline rush, didn't help with him feeling any better.

Anyway, I leave you with the theme of Batman:  nuna nuna nuna nuna, nuna nuna nuna nu na, BATMAAAAAN.   (I'm hoping you were humming when you read that)  .   

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