Last year in NaBloPoMo there was an exemption for missing a day posting. It went something like this: If there's an emergency or some circumstance far beyond your control that prevents you from posting, AND IF you blog the following day AND talk about what happened, THEN you're still in.

I have no idea if there's the same rule this year ... but I'm going to claim it anyway ... besides ... I have something to tell you.

OK. Yesterday was Billy's second surgery. When we woke up, he started being very resistant to me going with him. His basic premise was that he wouldn't be any fun, I'd be bored, I'd be alone ... and on and on and on and on and on ... and besides, "you could help a little with the wedding."

I pouted, got over it, and stayed home. All I did the whole day was hang out with people that I like and fold crepe paper streamers. I promise ... I'll get a pic today so you can understand what I'm talking about.

Billy finally went into surgery. We called it a day at the reception decorating event. I snagged a friend and she took me out to dinner ... um she drove and entertained me and I paid for dinner ... it was an excellent trade. While we were at dinner, a very very very loopy man called me claiming to be Billy. Since he still exhibited the trademark humor of Billy, I accepted that it was indeed Billy.

Then my friend and I went to the wedding rehearsal. My friend is helping with the video. I found out that the brother of the groom, who is one of the groomsmen, is also the photographer. I don't know what the story is ... but this group of people attending the wedding is one of the LEAST camera toting bunch I've ever encountered ... so I'm taking my camera today. I'll see if I can just get some candids and some mood shots and ... then I can just hand the RAW's off to the brother who should be able to fix them up.

I might consider sending my camera to the shop. But that's another story.

Sooo after the rehearsal dinner, my friend and I went and picked up her daughter. Then we went down to the hospital to see my Billy. Now, this is NOT "We whipped around the corner and picked up her daughter and took a quick spin to the hospital." Remember, I live on the Southern fringe of Upstate New York. So it was 15 min to her daughter and then another 45 miles or so to the hospital.

We saw the loopy man. He was not happy and very easily distracted. I did get a really good hello and a really great good-bye. And I had to be content. So we left.

So we pulled up to my house by about 11:15pm. No power. No power anywhere. So my friend and her daughter waited while I gathered up a few things and I left. There wasn't going to be any power at her house either but at least she still had some emergency backup power and had water. And besides ... we were just all happier together ... long story but ... let's just say that her daughter was busy worrying about me ... and this way there was less for her to worry about.

But no power meant no post. Sooo ... there's my saga. Oh we did wake up to power and at the cafe this morning I heard, "Somebody took out about 3 power poles over on such and such county road." Somebody had a harder day than we did.

Ok now for the rest of the "did you get your husband back?" story. The very very very short version is ...

Yes, I did get the hubby back. About 4am this morning my real Billy returned to his own body (he started to feel really great) and after he issued some threats ("If you don't manage to find a way to get me released by 10:30 am, you'll be stuck with me until 6pm"), he was indeed released from the hospital and retrieved by another very good friend.

The man is home, very happy, feels fantastic. Oops! I lie! He is NOT at home. He has gone to help yet another friend cut up cooked chickens for the wedding meal tonight. Don't ask me to explain how the man can look like death warmed over the night before and then be rip-raring ready to run less than 12 hrs later. All I can say is that he is indeed his father's child. His dad was like this. Oh and, also, his dad always tried to remove all of his IV's etc and get out of bed in recovery. As did Billy.

Ok I have to run now!!!

Have fun,
Enjoy,
pam

Pam is a Texan living on the Southern fringe of Upstate New York. Today is the first wedding she has attended in New York. The ceremony is in a church that is very very old and the reception is at a farm.