Everything is perfect in Pleasantville. Maybe. I don't know. I am too weary to notice.

Hunter finally had his surgery yesterday.  Took less than a half hour.  No problems.  They have to wait for the culture to know what kind of bacteria so that they can put him on the right antibiotics.  He gets to come home tomorrow!  He is being a very good patient.  Honestly, Hunter is becoming much um......nicer?  Sadly, I do believe it is due to his declining health.  I will be going to the hospital as I have everyday for a week.  Is it bad that I wish I could stay home just this one day?  I think I will just go earlier than I had planned and only stay about 3 hours. 

Maggie misses him like crazy.  I soooo want to take her there to see him.  But since she is a little shit-though I am coming to love her-I know it isn't allowed.  She lays at the door doing her little crying.  Just a couple times a day but it breaks my heart.  She also puts her upper body on my lap-standing on her hind legs-just for comfort.

And then there's the rain.  Dreary so...yeah.  I think it's tomorrow night that the low will be 35 degrees.  WTH?  Pity the people that have planted their annuals.  But then I may never even get to that.  Thankfully I have alot of perennials.

Again...I apologize for not reading posts.  I miss it.  Please know that nothing here is serious.  My daughter is fine.  Hunter is fine.  I did have emotional issues Tuesday night when I went out to my daughter's for her son's awards ceremony.  I suppose it had alot to do with all that has been going on but the grandkids.....they just made me cry.  No hellos, no goodbyes, no thanks for coming.  Love you, hugs....nothing.  I feel like I am nothing to them.  Yes they are teenagers.  Yes they have gone thru so much and still are.  But they have so much love and support.  Am I asking too much that they at least acknowledge me?  If nothing else, at least comment back when I ask them something like, "When is your next track meet?"  Or accept when I tell them I am proud of them.   Their whole lives I have been there for them.  I am the "fun" grandma.  Wish they were still little.  I miss their joy, honesty and wonder at all things.  So I was crying out in the parking lot as we were walking to our cars.  Dawn held me as I cried and asked me what was wrong.  I told her it was the way her kids treated me.  As if I didn't exist.   And I told her not to tell the kids.  I squeezed her arm a bit tightly.  As I left crying....I said to the kids, " I will let you know if Pa-Chuck dies."  Wow!  Could I get more immature than that?  I do not do that.  Ever.  No response from that.  Dawn ended up telling Nate kind of by mistake and he texted an apology but the wording seemed a bit like what Dawn said to him rather than his own words and feelings.  I suppose I am over reacting but when I think of the fact that we have gone to most of their games and concerts and stuff for all these years....they live 45 minutes to an hour away, gas is over $4 etc.  Oh.  And did I mention that constuction is a real bitch right now?

All is well.  Not to worry,  I will be fine.  I always am.  Peace and Love to all of you.