Rough Week

This has been a hell of a week. Last weekend, Grandma (my mom’s mother) wound up in the hospital with chest pains. They gave her some medicine and sent her home, only to have her back in the emergency room a the next day about a hair’s breadth from a heart attack. Despite her strong desire to avoid surgery, there was no way the doctors could release her in the condition she was in, so she underwent a triple bypass on Tuesday.

The thing that scared me the most about the whole situation was that it was enough to get my flying-phobic mother on an airplane so she could be there with Grandma and my aunts and uncles. My mom despises flying and avoids it as much as she possible can. Funny that she has a volunteer SAR aircrew daughter and a Naval Aviator son-in-law, huh? It wasn’t until Mom told me that she was buying a plane ticket to get to Texas as quickly as possible that the situation and its implications began to sink in for me.

The good (excellent, wonderful, delightful) news is that Grandma came through the surgery very well and is on the road to a smooth recovery. I got the news that the surgery was a success in the middle of a dinner out with the other squadron wives. Relief!

That was Tuesday. Bright and early Wednesday morning, my dad got into town for a long-awaited visit, after which the kitties and I were to accompany him back up to DC for a family visit. We had a fun day that included a trip to the farmer’s market, a sushi lunch, doing some yardwork, and grilling a delicious dinner. Yesterday was great, except for the call we got from my uncle that recent test results had determined that my grandfather (Dad’s father) has a tumor in his colon. Surgery was scheduled for next Wednesday. I felt like I’d been sucker-punched.

We decided pretty much immediately that with everything going on, it would be a lousy time for me to come up and visit, but Dad was going to stay as planned with me ’til Saturday. Then this morning we got a frantic call from my aunt, saying that my grandfather was in the hospital with severe nausea and dehydration. My dad left immediately thereafter to get back home and be there for his mom and dad.

So, I’m alone here with the kitties and feeling more than a little off-balance. My emotions are being yanked in all different directions: north to my grandfather, southwest to my grandmother, and a long way east to my husband, whose deployment cannot end soon enough. I’m drained.

I apologize for the less-than-cheerful tone of this post. I really am trying to focus on the positives, like how well my grandmother in Texas is recovering. I just dread having to find a way to handle another roller-coaster week like this one.

MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #46

Are you a different person than you were five years ago? submitted by Sisterly Thoughts

In 2006, I was embarking on my first summer since I was five years old that didn’t have a new school year waiting for me at the end of it. Sampson and I were engaged and planning our wedding, though he was up to his eyeballs in All Things Flight School at the time. I spent a lot of time poring over a Naval Aviation forum in an effort to predict what our lives would be like.

A lot has happened in the past half-decade, but I would say it’s been happening to the same person. I hope I am wiser, but I don’t think I’m a brand new individual.

If you could go on Amazing Race, who would you take with you as your partner and why? submitted by Thoughts from a Poekitten

I’ve never seen a single episode, I must admit. If teamwork is necessary, though, I pick Sampson. We work extremely well together.

Does Facebook or Twitter actually bring more stress or good in to your life? submitted by Just an Arizona Girl

The positives continue to outweigh the negatives, especially where Twitter is concerned. I love my Twitter buddies! As Facebook has morphed from a collegiate hangout to a place for everyone from my grandma to my tween nieces to the rabbi who officiated at our wedding, the way I use it has changed. I keep my virtual mouth shut more often than not. With so many people from so may different parts of my life reading, it can be tricky to figure out which “hat” I ought to be wearing.

Also, my grandma thinks that anything that shows up in her news feed is directed specifically at her. This assumption has led to some amusingly awkward moments with folks who have their privacy settings such that friends of friends can comment on their status updates. I think several of us in the family have had to explain to our friends the identity of that mysterious white-haired lady who just left them a comment.

June is National Soul Food Month- what’s your soul food? submitted by NH Girl Displaced

Macaroni and goat cheese, preferably with a smoked Gouda. Devilishly decadent!

If you could live in any other era than the current, which one would it be & why? submitted by Sugar in My Grits

I’m fairly comfortable with our current temporal situation, but I like to think I’d’ve kicked butt with the WAVES or WASPs in the 1940s.


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If EMALS Can Handle the COD…

…the experimental EMALS (Electromagnetic Aircraft Launch System) might be on its way to handling anything. Maybe.

I must admit, I’m sharing this video mostly to show some C-2A Greyhound love, but it’s pretty neat how quiet EMALS is. Steam catapults will no doubt be around for some time yet, though.

Solstice Bloom

When I awoke on this longest day of the year and went to fix my morning tea, I caught a flash of orange out of the corner of my eye.

Solstice Lily

Yesterday, this was only a bud.

I find it fitting that my first daylily bud would burst into bloom to mark the beginning of summer. Its cheerful color mirrors my growing excitement: I can finally say that my husband will return home this season!

MilSpouse Friday Fill-In #45

Underwear Parties, how old is too old? submitted by Wookie & Co.

If you’re going to have an underwear party, I think you should probably wear some of your newer stuff. No one needs to see frayed elastic or worn bra straps, and faded colors just wouldn’t contribute appropriately to the festive atmosphere.

Oh, did you mean the age of the wearers? Context would seem to be more important than age. I must admit, though, I don’t foresee that particular context popping up in my post-collegiate life unless my husband and I by ourselves constitute a “party.”

What was your favorite class in high school? submitted by Adventures of M-Squared

Anthropology was both fascinating and a lot of fun. Highlights included:

– A trip to the National Zoo to observe primate behavior

  • Note that “primates” also include the human visitors to the zoo

– Guest speakers such as the forensic anthropologist who brought a skull that still had the murder weapon (a knife blade) embedded in it and told us tales of identifying plane crash victims by their teeth (which were not necessarily found with the rest of their owners)

  • Bonus fun fact: apparently the term “high fragmentation,” when applied to a plane crash, does not refer to the state of the aircraft.

– A contest to see who could, using only one’s feet (any use of hands was disqualifying), peel a banana and lift the fruit to one’s chin the fastest

  • I won!
  • When I told my mom of my triumph after school, I thought she was going to choke to death from laughing (I’m sure she was just overcome with parental pride)

Come to think of it, I wish there had been time in my college schedule for an Anthro course. There was much wailing and gnashing of teeth when major requirements precluded my taking “The Anthropology of Star Trek.”

Have you ever convinced packers/movers to pack something they aren’t supposed to for a PCS? submitted by Ground Control to Major Mom

K-rock to Corpus

K-rock to Corpus: our fastest PCS ever.

This one gets a resounding “maybe.” When we moved from Kingsville to Corpus Christi, the entire pack-up, transportation, and unload process took place in the space of a single day. I’m pretty sure the packers threw it all in with little regard to what was technically allowed, since none of it would even be staying on the truck overnight.

That packing/moving team was fantastic. They were efficient, friendly, and motivated to get everything done in one day. Contrast that with our move (just over three months later) from Corpus Christi to Virginia. The lack of professionalism from that team was a huge disappointment after having had such a good experience only a few months prior.

Blogging plays a growing roll in the media. If you were asked to embed as a blogger with a deployed military unit, would you go? What do you think your blog would be like? submitted by To the Nth

Since I asked the question, you can probably guess that yes, I would participate in this hypothetical embedded blogger program. Specifically, I would want to share the story of a Navy squadron. When people outside the military community hear “deployment,” I believe the images that spring to mind for many involve Iraq, Afghanistan, and the Army. Our military and its activities throughout the world are far from monolithic, though, and I would want to shine some light on that heterogeneity.

CODs fly out of all kinds of places -- like Greece -- over the course of a deployment. (U.S. Navy photo by Paul Farley/Released)

Let’s say I were embedded with the aforementioned Navy squadron, and let’s make it a COD detachment such as my husband is on now. Sampson jokingly refers to a COD det as a traveling rock-and-roll show: although the pilots fly out to the aircraft carrier on a nigh-daily basis, they live on land. Where on land, specifically? It changes — as quickly as every few days, in some cases — as the ship moves. When the carrier is transiting from one place to another, the men and women on the COD det have to pack up, move, unpack, and set up a base of operations in a new place. The logistical feats they perform are monumental, yet largely invisible to the people on the aircraft carrier. The Boat, collectively, cares only that their cargo shows up, the mail gets there, and the VIPs arrive and depart as scheduled. Those aboard don’t necessarily see the mad scramble necessary to do it all and make it look easy.

The up-close and personal nature of most blogs would be well-suited to highlighting the diversity of the military experience, even within the same branch of the service. A blog filled with those day-to-day struggles, annoyances, and yes, occasional sweet deals (hey, COD guys do get to live on the beach instead of being stuck on a giant gray floating monstrosity) might shed some light on their efforts. Maintaining OPSEC would no doubt require some special considerations about what to publish, but I believe there would be a way to honestly tell the stories of the people who come together to perform a given mission.

Do you think kids should attend year-round school? submitted by Marrying the Navy

I believe kids should learn year-round. I also believe that a significant chunk of learning should not be restricted to the classroom. Kids need time to explore the world beyond the building where they spend the majority of their day in a room with only their peers and a single adult running the show.


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