I liked it better when I read it... surrounded by little kids... but this will have to do.
Friday, February 22, 2019
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Tuesday
Made it back from Sam's ear appointment.
More drops and another follow-up. This one, in two weeks.
All looks fine, though. All looks fine...
More drops and another follow-up. This one, in two weeks.
All looks fine, though. All looks fine...
Monday, February 18, 2019
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, I bring Sam down to get his ears checked at the E.N.T. I hate going there. This isn't the hospital where he had his operation and all of those many, many MRI's. But it's right by there... and, even after all of these years, it stirs a lot up.
His ears haven't bothered him in a few months. In fact, they haven't bothered him since making this appointment. But it bothers me.
Before his operation, his ears were one of the things, maybe the only thing, we had checked over and over and over again.
Back then, there were other symptoms that eventually developed, and went unrecognized by his then physician, for far too long - and there is nothing remotely like that today.
I know that if anything, he maybe, maybe has a problem with his ears.
But this still bothers me.
His ears haven't bothered him in a few months. In fact, they haven't bothered him since making this appointment. But it bothers me.
Before his operation, his ears were one of the things, maybe the only thing, we had checked over and over and over again.
Back then, there were other symptoms that eventually developed, and went unrecognized by his then physician, for far too long - and there is nothing remotely like that today.
I know that if anything, he maybe, maybe has a problem with his ears.
But this still bothers me.
Sunday, February 17, 2019
On the Road with Sam
I'm driving back from a visit to Grandma's today, with my near-constant companion, Sam, in the passenger seat next to me. Once we get on the highway, I put on Duane Eddy playing "Rebel Rouser" and before long, out of the corner of my eye, I notice Sam is tapping his fingers in time, against his right leg.
I've noticed this before. This is something he does when he really likes what's playing. Usually though, it's something like "Jingle Bells" or "Must be Santa" or something along those lines. So, this was a little bit different.
Regardless, I try not to let him notice that I notice. I don't want him to become self-conscious and stop doing it. It's something I really enjoy - especially if he begins to hum along.
There was no humming this time - in part because there were no words to hum to, and in part because this music was something new to Sam.
I just smile and keep driving.
After a bit, along with tapping his fingers against his right leg, he's now tapping his left foot in time to the music, as well.
I keep driving and smiling.
So, he's tapping away and I'm smiling and driving and the music is playing - and from out of nowhere, Sam says, "This sounds like country music mixed with a little bit of jazz."
Whoa.
I've noticed this before. This is something he does when he really likes what's playing. Usually though, it's something like "Jingle Bells" or "Must be Santa" or something along those lines. So, this was a little bit different.
Regardless, I try not to let him notice that I notice. I don't want him to become self-conscious and stop doing it. It's something I really enjoy - especially if he begins to hum along.
There was no humming this time - in part because there were no words to hum to, and in part because this music was something new to Sam.
I just smile and keep driving.
After a bit, along with tapping his fingers against his right leg, he's now tapping his left foot in time to the music, as well.
I keep driving and smiling.
So, he's tapping away and I'm smiling and driving and the music is playing - and from out of nowhere, Sam says, "This sounds like country music mixed with a little bit of jazz."
Whoa.
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Linking to the Past
It snowed yesterday. The snow came down wet and heavy, lasting well into the night. Businesses were closing early. Driving was treacherous - and walking wasn't much better.
Exactly thirty-one years ago, we also had a bad storm. On that day, the snow wasn't as wet and heavy, but it was deeper and driving was also nearly impossible.
I’ve been thinking about that day a lot today. But mostly, I’ve been thinking about the day after that storm, a day that was exactly thirty-one years ago today.
It's hard for me to believe that that day was half my lifetime ago.
Exactly thirty-one years ago, we also had a bad storm. On that day, the snow wasn't as wet and heavy, but it was deeper and driving was also nearly impossible.
I’ve been thinking about that day a lot today. But mostly, I’ve been thinking about the day after that storm, a day that was exactly thirty-one years ago today.
It's hard for me to believe that that day was half my lifetime ago.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Today's Brief Comment
As noted in yesterday's brief comment, today was Sam's final I.E.P. meeting. How did it go? Well, it didn't involve dealing with SSI, not directly anyway, so that was a plus. Maybe more on this some other time - when I regain a semblance of energy - both mental and physical.
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