You’re upset when I don’t write, I get it. Guess what? Jim and I have a life. People we love were in a horrific car accident the other day and one was life-flighted to a hospital a couple hundred miles away from their home. He needs a titanium insert in his spine and she is by his side every day and night.
So I deserve a couple of days off blogging so my husband and I can deal with this. They’re alive, the seat belts were on, luckily but air bags never deployed. They were on a trip that had been planned for months for their future, and a chance to see new country and meet recently researched family and buy cast iron country sinks for their new home because their old land is being flooded by the government to provide water for a big city.
Everything was looking good except it’s deer season and rutting season and a buck ran out onto the road the other morning and lives were changed. What does that mean? Yes the buck is dead. So is the SUV.
What our family looks like in the future hinges on what happens in the next few days. These are our parents. Please wish them well. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Oh, Dee, hugs to you and your family!
Hope the webcam worked so you could verify w/your own eyes how well Joe is doing…
It could have been SO much worse; I know that stretch of the Turnpike… I have been haunted by nightmarish fantasies of the carnage that would result if I was forced off the road in the big rig, traveling w/the horses.
Joe’s gonna be up & around in a few wks at most; Dr Val has verified that his neurologic functions are intact ;-)
Clinical M tells me more than we want to know, but surgery has been postponed and yes, they could have been dead, especially as air bags didn’t deploy. M couldn’t call in on skype last night and J had everything set up. We had a surprise dinner and overnight guest, cowgirl poet Juni Fisher, a headliner at this week’s festival. Jim’s going to arrange to take me to her Saturday concert for my birthday, let’s hope. Fingers crossed not for that but for Joe’s recovery. D