A lot has happened lately — some things expected, some falling out of a universe out of control.
A co-worker’s nephew (six-year-old) was rushed to brain surgery last week. Doctors thought he was sick with the flu, when he had a brain tumor. He’s going to be okay, but brain surgery leaves one in need of therapy. His vision has been affected, walking doesn’t come as easily, and he is now left-handed.
Interesting how the human brain works, or how sometimes it doesn’t.
Another co-worker fell off a stool and shuttered her knee. She’s on narcotics to deal with the pain. I feel I should be in a padded room, so work continues to be done around here.
The good news: everyone is going to be okay.
At home, the good news is that school’s out, and the myriad of projects my son had to do and I had to supervise (because my husband’s been working non-stop and I’m pretty much it) are over. And that’s why …
Life is a dance you learn as you go / Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow / Don’t worry about what you don’t know / Life’s a dance you learn as you go. ~ John Michael Montgomery
This year, I felt the school was testing my commitment as a parent. The projects they sent home (miner’s museums, book reports with extra projects, California Gold Rush and character study and costume) didn’t seem designed solely for the student but also for the parents.
My son, Keith, as a Gold Rush era character.
On the bright side, I learned or re-learned a lot about our state, and will be taking a trip to Yosemite Valley and Sequoia National Forest to see some of the places in the projects. On the even brighter side, this inspired several stories.
But enough about me (and thank you for listening). How are things were you are?
Image courtesy: John Singer Sargent/Venetian Rel Art Blog, venetianred.net