There better be some damn lemonade in here somewhere

Before I start, let me assure you that I am aware that my life is GOOD. I am aware that I am lucky in a million ways, and I have not forgotten this.  But that does not invalidate that sometimes things happen in life that leave you feeling disappointed, angry, or just plum sad.  This week has been one of those weeks for us. (and luckily, the last time we had a week like this was way back on July 11th of 2011. The day Adam cut his finger off and a lot of other bad things happened).  Obviously it could have been worse "at least you didn't lose your whole hand", but it still sucks when you cut your finger off. Right?  Plus, a year later he did get a settlement from work that resulted in him being able to purchase his manly but very fancy truck.  So lemons turned into lemonade or whatever.  But when bad things are happening, lemonade a year later doesn't sound that appealing.
So I'm leaving you hanging on what is going on around here (trying to build the tension so you will feel for us more :)

Random NonaJane sweetness that has nothing to do with this blog post

A few weeks ago Adam's Dad, Ron, had a bad dizzy spell and headed to the E.R.  They diagnosed him with some inner-ear illness, but also noted that he had an irregularity to the sound of his heart beat and encouraged him to go in for a physical.  Thankfully he listened and went in. They ran some tests and said he had mitral valve disease, passing him along to a cardiologist.  The cardiologist put him under for further testing and determined open heart surgery for a valve repair was needed.  But did they just do it then? NO instead they send him home so he can sit, wait, get nervous, and really think about the surgery.  The doctors took their lovely time and finally settled on a surgery date for a week and a half later. Surgery date : Monday August 26th.
Prayers, well wishes and good vibes appreciated for we love Adam's Dad far too much and are absolutely unwilling to tolerate anything bad happening to him next week. Not an option. Okay!?

There is another minor detail.  We were scheduled to fly out with my parents on Sunday August 25th to the Riviera Maya in Mexico for a 6 night all inclusive no expense spared vacation.  Right.... see the problem here?  So we call the travel agent thinking hey, we bought insurance (which I RARELY do) we will just shift the trip back a few days or a week till Ron (Adam's Dad) is comfortably recovering, eating ice cream and having people rub his feet (cause that is what recovery from open-heart surgery will be like).  WRONG. Apparently moving your vacation means that the airlines want to charge you an extra grand. So we tried the next week, and the next, and every possible combination of dates between now and October to no avail.  I'm much too much of a tightwad to fork out an extra grand on our no expense spared trip. So we thought "we can go to Florida! That will be cheaper".  WRONG again.  Would you believe it is cheaper to go to the Carribean than it is to visit a fellow state right here in America. What the H E double hockey sticks.
But there is a 3rd minor detail I have forgotten to share.  Our lovely hunk of junk AC unit crapped out about 2 weeks ago.  No big deal in our unseasonably cool August.  But then, just to be funny mother nature has turned the thermostat up to 90 all week and is trying to roast me out like ... I don't know you can fill in the metaphor. I'm tired and it is too hot in here to think of one myself.  Seeing as they told us we needed a new unit several years ago, and last year, and I am pretty sure another time in between, I think we are finally going to have to buy  a new one.  Joys of home ownership.
So the dilemma, do we behave as responsible boring adults and use our refunded vacation money on a new air conditioner?  This does not sound like fun to me.  This does not create memories as my blog title so kindly reminds me... or does it?
Is this the stuff in life that makes everything else sweeter? Like when Ron gets out of his surgery, heals up with his new valve, and finds himself with more energy than before?  Will I look back in two years on  this week and see the purpose? Lets hope these lemons turn into lovely lemonade that our whole family can sip on. (preferably in a nicely air conditioned room).
Ronald Schwatken, we LOVE you. This surgeon better take good care of that heart.

Did I blog about the time Jack was diagnosed with random pneumonia? I'll have to get back to that one later.