Tim is feeling extra-crummy about the way-preventable incident (see “The whole story” for details) and Abby’s feeling overwhelmed by needing to take on Tim’s share of household responsibilities in addition to her own, and to her full-time job.
For those who aren’t familiar with my daughter’s situation, both she and her husband have chronic health issues. Some days she has more spoons than others.
After she e-mailed me about what had happened I wrote an “oh noes!” sort of note in return. As a P.S., I said “let me know if you want me to use one of my buddy passes and come do a little heavy lifting.” She wrote back something along the lines of, “Were you serious about that? How soon can you get here?”
And that, Phoenix-area readers, is why I’m heading south once more.
I leave super-frickin’-early tomorrow. To get in line (standby travel) for the 5 a.m. flight, I’ll need to be up by 3 a.m. at the absolute latest. Fortunately we live close to the airport. Wish me luck with not getting bumped. If I do, I’ve got the whole day to try and catch another flight to Seattle.
Of course, then I might get bumped from Seattle to Phoenix. Pooh. But only once in all my years of standby traveling was I bumped to the point of “no more flights today, sorry.” Here’s hoping.
Let’s chat, Phoenix
My plan is to do, well, the heavy lifting (cleaning, cooking, dog walking, litter box scooping) as well as the driving (since Tim obviously can’t) to places like the supermarket and the drugstore. If time permits, I’ll see if Abby has any projects she’s been putting off; last time I visited, I helped her catalog a bunch of clothing she wanted to donate.
I also plan to work outside their home every day, almost certainly at a nearby Wendy’s restaurant (2640 W. Thunderbird). What I’ll do is put it up on the blog’s Facebook page that I’m there and will be there for a few hours. Anyone who wants to stop by and chat about money (or anything else).
Can’t make it during the week but want to say “hi” in person? E-mail me at SurvivingAndThriving (at) live (dot) com and we’ll synchronize a weekend meet-up.
I will say that while I’m sorry about Tim’s injury, I’m looking forward to some more days in Phoenix. The weather there sure beats Anchorage’s at this time of year. It was 2 degrees when I got up this morning. But at least it’s not Fairbanks. (The predicted high for Saturday in that northern city is minus 24.)
But of course I’m also torn because it means being away from DF again, and so soon. I just got back from Phoenix in early January. He’s being #sobrave but I feel sad about it.
One of his plans is to have “survival dinner” while I’m gone: that is, to eat up the No. 10 can of chili from the basement. The can is getting older and he figures to replace it on his next trip to Costco. So it’ll be chili every day; with me gone, he can be as combustible as he wants.
Hope to see some you in the next week or so.