Wake up Call

Yes, we learned the hard way that we are mortal and will die rather soon.
Glen got his water works plugged up and after the urologists attempt to "roter rooter" it free and that didn't work we had to make a terrible trip up north to a specialist who had the right equipment to fit the way he is built. Panguitch didn't have it and the other alternative was going to St. George. Karen was concerned when she saw us heading for the emergency room and called Jason. She said she was at first sorry she did, feeling it wasn't her business, but it turned out to be a real blessing that she did. Brent and Jason came quickly and took us up and helped make the decisions. By the time we got there, Glen's heart was acting so dangerously close to something terminal that the specialist was concerned about doing his thing, but something had to be done so the chance was taken and thankfully he got through it. When that crisis was under control the doctors turned to his heart. Tests showed a hole between upper and lower chamber. They said often people have a small one from birth, but this one had enlarged. So they went through the groin and fished little umberella-like things in and sucked the hole shut. That seemed to work. We hoped that might have been the reason for him needing oxygen all these yeas since about 2002, but it hasn't seemed to help much.
Glen T and Sarah had a trip planned here, which was changed some. Glen came down alone to the cabin and got it winterized and brought back things, as if we were not going to come back down this year. The gallery has been so slow that it didn't matter. But Glen got going again and the heart doctor seemed to think he was doing fairly good--all but getting that blood-clotting test to look good, the one needing the drug cumidin--so we dicided to come back down. It was good to be back to the cabin. We made it for Labor Day. Still slow at gallery. It is just a different feeling year. People's buying habits are different. We are even considering selling and just being old folks with nothing much to do. It is scary being idle, however.