The last couple weeks have been like a rollercoaster and I am ready to get off and let my stomach settle! A week ago Monday, the girls were off from school and our friend Mel arrived from Scotland. Joe had to go pick her up alone because her flight got in late and by the time he got from Los Angeles, it was well past the girl's bedtime.
All seemed great, Tuesday morning started off well enough with kids getting off to school, Mel doing better after some quality sleep, etc. Then we got a message from Mel's mom, to call her. (Mel's mom and dad had been at Mel's house to watch her kids while she was on vacation with us.) Upon returning the call, Mel quickly learned that something was seriously wrong with her father, who was now ill. Apparently he hates doctors and hospitals and is so tough that he had not even asked for a doctor when he had appendicitis, but now he was asking for a doctor. Eventually he was taken by ambulance to the hospital and diagnosed with pneumonia and a heart attack.
So we spent all of Tuesday morning running around madly to get Mel's tickets back home, ASAP. In order to get to the airport in time for an international flight, it all had to be sorted and done by 12 noon. Once again, Joe had to go alone, since someone I had do to Girl Scouts that afternoon with the girls. The poor guy ended up driving something like 600 miles over those two days, running back and forth to LAX. Luckily Mel was able to get a flight and headed home. (Fast forward to now and her father is doing much better, after about a week in the hospital he went home to Mel's house and has been recovering and finishing up his antibiotics.)
Then Wenesday., Joe and I were trying to get things as back to normal as possible. I was busy catching up on laundry and chores and we needed to go out and run errands, like picking up prescriptions. Along the way, we went over to the bank and while there, had the special 'honor' of being there while it was robbed at gunpoint! We had been waiting in line for a teller and suddenly I heard a rattling at a door to the bank near us. It was doors near the street, and apparently the bank kept them locked, limiting access in and out to the door of the parking lot. I looked over and saw this guy shaking the door and looking grumpy it was locked. I pointed him out to Joe as the guy picked up his bike and rode off. Joe joked that he was going to rob the bank and the locked door had just messed up his day. A bit later, we went up to a free teller and Joe began his transaction while I waited beside him. My gaze wondered around the bank and I noticed the teller, just next to us now had the bike guy at the window. Guess he found the other door.
But suddenly I did a double take, something seemed wrong, in hind sight, I suspect it was the fact there was no conversation between him and the teller that made me take notice. Then I saw a white cloth bag laying on the counter and he was leaning forward. As I watched, he opened his jacket and showed the teller something, she looked frightened and suddenly I realized he was robbing the bank! Freaked I looked around, trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't tell our teller or Joe, the robber would hear me, I was only about a foot and a half away from him. As I watched, he again showed the teller something inside his jacket and I realized he must be showing her his weapon again, to make her go faster. I started staring at him, trying to figure out what details I could learn to tell the police, but his face was down, and he was wearing a baseball cap and glasses, so I could not see his face. I didn't notice his sideburns, so got his hair color and could give details on how long he was wearing his sideburns. The teller finished, looking terrified now and he grabbed up the bag shoving it under his jacket and walked quickly toward the exit. As soon as it was safe I said softly to the teller, "Did he just rob you?" Terrified, she could only nod. Once it seemed safe, I pointed at the glass door, as the robber got on his mountain bike and rode off saying "He just robbed the bank! He robbed the bank!" Joe was still so busy talking to his teller, that he didn't even realize what was going on for several minutes!
To make a long story short, we had to hang around, give statements to the police and FBI. I ended up being the best witness and had to write up a two page statement on what I saw, etc. They still have not caught the guy, and since then he has robbed a second bank, close to ours and they are trying to find the guy. If you want to read the news article, just click here: http://www.nctimes.com/articles/2007/03/01/news/coastal/carlsbad/19_38_452_28_07.txt Oh, and all he got was $751.00! That was the whole of what was in the teller's drawer. Now he faces Federal prison for an armed bank robbery (yes, it was a gun in his jacket!) What a fool!
So, things did slow down and get a bit more normal after that, but I felt like I was jumping at everything for several days. Around this time, Joe suddenly started getting really sick with the flu. Coughing badly, fever, and having trouble breathing due to asthma and all the gunk going into his lungs. He is doing better now, but is still wheezing when he breaths, so I will probably have to take him back to the doctor on Monday. Several of our friends have gone to pneumonia from the flu and I worry extra due to his previous breathing and heart problems.
He missed a business trip to Washington, D.C. for the business we are working on with our friend Jeff, that was not good, but Joe would have never made it. I am just glad his fever broke and he is better.
This evening we are off to sell Girl Scout cookies outside the grocery store, and then the kids go off to Gene's house and hopefully we can just be mellow for a bit. We spent the afternoon getting Becca new clothing, she has suddenly grown several inches taller and nothing fit! I hate when kids do that! Hope this is it till middle school.
Anyhow, time for a break. Hope the weekend is treating everyone well and I am hoping for a very mellow and relaxed coming week!
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