We Done Been to Mayo

For the sake of informing the four people who still read this blog I would like to confirm our continued existence.

This week was "special" in that Loren had an appointment up at Mayo requiring an overnight stay and someone not under the influence of anesthesia to drive him back home.

Can you say, "Colonoscopy?" (seriously, the spell-check should know that word)

It's something they have their transplant patients undergo every five years. Just because they care, I guess.

Of course, we've all heard of the intense prep that takes place. This year they had some modifications. The drink was slightly less vile and you only have to chug around a gallon as opposed to the vast quantities required previously.

However, of even greater import than liquid roto-rooter was, "What should we do with the kids?"

But for he-who-shall-not-be-named, I would have felt quite comfortable leaving them overnight and going up alone with Loren so that I could drive him back the next day.

Given that certain someone's reputation--which was not enhanced when he filched my cell phone and spent 30 dollars downloading games earlier in the week--it seemed prudent to pursue other options.

We ended up taking Nolan and Trevor with us and booking a room with two beds.

Of course the excitement of staying in a motel was enough to thrill them down to their toenails, but I made sure to mention certain perks like "cable TV", their very own bed, and oh yes....CABLE TV.

They were somewhat concerned at potentially missing their two afternoon episodes of The Rifleman but then again, there would be CABLE TELEVISION.

It ended up being somewhat taxing but we did achieve the desired results of getting Loren up and back within 28 hours and keeping our little corner of Iowa safe.

Carolyn and Ethan quite enjoyed themselves at home, basking in the luxury of eating whenever and whatever they desired, and working on their schooling in blissful peace and quiet.

I had to really hoof it on the treadmill to put in extra miles for my time of absence. By the Thursday's afternoon's time of departure I was ahead seven miles.

To give a proper report I may have to issue several installments, but for the overview, though somewhat exhausting, we survived fairly well with the added bonus of having seen Sponge Bob Square Pants for the very first time in our lives.

I guess I can die happy, now.
 

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