Follow up to yesterday's post

First, the pictures I mentioned last night.  The first two are from the previously referenced "Ragged Edge" - a small lodge in Islamorada where we were married (by a biker chick notary whose boyfriend was in jail...how's that for a little color?).  The third picture was at the "southern most point in the US" in Key West.  And lets also start with....how cute is my husband?!?! 

 The Ragged Edge wasn't a fancy schmancy resort.  It was a typical, bohemian, low-key small inn with full "suites" ...ok, rooms with kitchenettes. There was NO "suite" to it.   We had a small assortment of family.  My parents, Roger's parents, his sister and hubby, his uncle, and a couple of our friends. We were able to snorkel off the beach and see fish and lobster creatures, and cool stuff. The day after we were married, we walked out of our room to find a little dead scorpion on the door step.  HOW FREAKIN COOL????  Even cooler....we packed up the little creature's body.  I have it saved in a glass crystal heart-shaped box at my bedside.  Maybe I'm not a little right.  It just represents to me the strange balance of life and relationships.  There is a beautiful side and a dark, dangerous side. 

We were married by a "biker chick".  In Florida you need only be married by a notary. So we found this gal at the local marina (yep, a boat and fish place). She had a few tattoos and was a colorful character.  She was reluctant to do the ceremony because other couples she had married ended in divorce.  With a mature, "trust us" look,l we said...."trust us.  We are not going to be one of those stats." ....and here we are, history to prove her wrong.   Ha!  I wrote our vows.  I'll dig them out of a file and will share some time soon. I told Roger we should have looked for Penny (our notary) when we were in the Keys this time....we kept driving. 

 We are not, in case there was a moment's doubt...we are not a "normal" couple.  We are abbey-normal.  Definitely, NOT the norm.  But deeply, madly, maybe a little tragically (too dramatic?)  in love.  And despite life's ups and downs and all of our bumps in the road of which there are many...we know we love each other.

Last night I referenced in passing an "adventure" I had upon returning to Indy from Florida.  I got home Tuesday evening and slid into a bit of hell.  Our cat Hemmie was in distress.  He has had on going urinary issues which can (and often do) result in blockage.  Blockage in a cat (or dog, or elephant, or mouse, or human) can mean EXTREME distress, erratic behavior, and inappropriate peeing.  So, I followed him around all night mopping up pee.  Administering drugs (he's on a bunch of medication....just like Roger) .  I get the cat to a moment of

"pause"...and then am distracted by "chirp, chirp, chirp".  The sound of a stupid smoke detector with a dead battery.  Of course.  Of course.  The stupid smoke detector was in the basement (where the cat litter boxes are...important for a cat with urinary issues).  And the chirp chirp chirp does not sit well with a neurotic cat.  So, minus one husband I had to set about solving this little issue.  I got a step stool and as logic would suggest, pulled the battery...ohhhhhhh, no, of course not.  That's not going to fix it.  chirp freaking chirp freaking chirp.  Pulling the battery did not stop the stupid-damn chirping. The machine was hard-wired into our electrical system.   Solution?  I pulled the damn thing off the ceiling and pulled the electrical wires out of the ceiling and disconnected the damn thing from the electricity.  All the while envisioning electrocuting myself (I am STUPID about this stuff) and then envisioning my four-legged friends sitting around my dead body eating my ears off.  Yah, ok, I have a vivid imagination!  Long story short....much more stress than I'd like to have upon returning from a trip.  Forget how much I miss my hubby. 

Hemmie is at the vet and will likely be there for 2-3 days.  He was completely blocked.  POOR GUY!!!  Gawd, what is up with all this medical stuff????

More Wethington luck...which really is hilarious.  Honestly.  Hilarious.  Roger, as mentioned earlier, is staying at his uncle Larry's beautiful house on the inter coastal in Del Ray Florida.  The driveway has a couple additional spots to park for visitors.  Roger went with Larry yesterday to the beach to run Larry's dogs. He said they came back an hour or so later to find the world's biggest (took two people to move it) palm tree branch ON TOP of our rental car.  Our rental care with 500 miles!! ....LITERALLY.  It took both Roger and Larry to lift the limb/branch/leaf off the car.  Scratches and a dent a later on the brand new freakin' rental car.  Seriously, isnt that the funniest thing?  How many people have such rotten luck.  Its all hilarious if you stop to think about it. 

Roger said yesterday was a good day. He got out and walked and went to the beach and ate a lot.  The proverbial shoe "dropped" at night. and today.   He said he had a wretched night which translated (as it often does) to a bad day today.  He felt really pretty crummy today.  I quizzed him, like I always do.  Trying trying to figure out why.  And of course, we both know "why" isn't readily apparent. We both felt helpless and a million miles apart.  I have such a hard time trying to "fix" things when we are in the same room let alone when we are in different states.  Such a helpless situation sometimes.  And really really frustrating for a "fixer" like me.  Ride the roller coaster up.  Ride the roller coaster down. 

Anywhooooo, that's it.  More stuff to follow.  love from A (and R from afar)