We had the opportunity last night to celebrate our Superintendent. For the past year he served as president of the board of MASA. He is a quiet strength. He never wants recognition and will always step away from the lime light, but he is so deserving of accolades.
We spent the Friday before the Bama game spending time with friends. We watched babies play together, enjoyed pizza, and being together again. Sprinkle that excitement with meeting Kirk Heirbstreet, the electricity of the grove, or just the overall excitement bottled up in two year olds and it was a blast.
This month was a tough one, we were back at the doctor like last fall with runny nose, and now ear issues. The terrible twos may have hit the Pollard home early. Jett Boy's inability to communicate with all the words he needs has him frustrated.
We call sweet boy, Hector the Collector, since he is always on the move collecting trains, tracks, and anything he might need and has room in his arms for.
The last week of the month brought sadness to our lives, with my dad's passing. It was the longest and fastest week in my life.
I have taken knitting back up, and am thankful for another hobby to keep my idle hands busy and my mind distracted.
My brown eyed boy has been the bright spot in a tragic month. He seems to need more snuggles and more love and he is filling my days with smiles and laughter. The Lord knows what you need when you need it.
on Tuesday I got a phone call from a lady I’ve never met saying she had stopped
by to check on my dad and he was not doing well.She had put a call in to the cancer center and his family
practitioner and wanted to tell me.I called her back minutes after listening to her message and discussed
with her what I would do.Within
the hour a hospice nurse dispatched by the family doctor had contacted me and
we were discussing meeting at his house and assessing the situation.
I was the only administrator in building so I knew I needed
to wait until after school.Three
o’clock came and I headed to Ecru.Once there it was apparent home hospice was out of the question.With the plan of seeking a placement at
the Sanctuary Hospice House the next day, I headed back to Oxford for class at
7.After class about 9:30 I called
my brother to give the news, and then called my other half siblings.
I had trouble sleeping and woke up early Wednesday thinking
of all I needed to get completed.I headed to work, and my brother headed to see about my dad.I worked the phones getting paper faxed
and placement secure, while Brett took it all in and tried to manage
to teach my first ever college class at 4:00, I gave my brother directives and
tried to help him from 45 minutes away.By 5:00 he had secured help from our cousin to try and get Daddy in a
vehicle and moved.In the moving
Daddy fell and got scraped up pretty bad.They called the ambulance and he was transported to the E.R.At 6:30 I was out of class, home, and
at the E.R. with Brett and Daddy.His wounds were treated and we awaited his ride to the Hospice
House.By 7:45 we were headed to
Tupelo to get him settled.The
trip left him restless and us quiet.Once the ambulance crew got him situated and the hospice house staff got
him assessed, we were able to check in and say goodnight.
took today off to get some things situated.I was up at 3:00 unable to stop thinking about things I
needed to do.At 3:30 I knew sleep
wouldn’t find me again, so I got up and began cleaning.The kitchen countertops were wiped
down, floor mopped, fridge and microwave cleaned out and scrubbed down.Next I decided to get showered and
ready and to start making plans.Three cups of coffee later I’m wired and sitting next to Daddy’s bedside
listening to his sleep noises, staring at his scrapes from yesterday.His knobby knees are raising the bed
covers just a bit.His hands are
fighting to stay on top of the cover.This is not where I imagined myself 48 hours ago.This wasn’t in my plan.
Jett Boy is 20 months old. He is talking up a storm and has very direct ways of letting you know what he wants. Most times through asking him questions we can rule out what he doesn't want and with a quick "K" we know we have hit the nail on the head with what he wants. Milk? Thomas? Bite? When he gives us a "K" we know which it is.
His vocabulary is getting bigger each month. This month he said Love You back to me when I told him I loved him. Talk about melting a mama's heart.
He can name off any train you ask show him. With Ole Miss winning we keep him in practice of answering the Ole Miss questions. Colonel Rebel says "Go Rebels!"
He wears 18m-24m, size 5 diapers, size 6 shoes.
He loves Easy Mac, juice, milk, meat, and he loves fruit squeezes and raisins.
He is the worst sleeper and with his ears infected he goes to sleep between 8-9 and wakes up between 5-5:30.
The main topic on everyone's mind in Mayberry a.k.a Pontotoc for the moment has been the vote. Mid month Pontotocians residing in the city limits were able to vote for or against the sale of alcohol and beer in the city limits. Our little town has remained dry for decades. As the only voting member of our household I decided to do my civic duty and vote first thing. As I walked up to the Community House, this sign was posted. I was enraged. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I knew the entire time I would vote against Pontotoc becoming wet, but this ridiculous sign made me second guess my choice. As I walked right past the huge sign I walked over to the quiet tent, the tent filled with less obtrusive people, those voting for alcohol in Pontotoc.
The sign said God is Watching what Happens Here. I think it was a scare tactic, but newsflash....God is omniscient and omnipresent he knows what you are doing all the time. It flew all over me. Yes, the Lord I serve is a Just God, but He is loving. I am convinced that many who would have come to vote against it, voted for, on principle. And that night when I came in from class the crowd was leaving the courthouse and the vote was separated by just around 50 votes, Pontotoc is now a wet city.