Declan went to preschool on Monday. He couldn’t wait. The teacher had a particular toy he REALLY wanted to play with. It was one of those viewers…you know the kind…they look like binoculars and you stick a circular disk with tiny slides in it and click your way through the pictures. I didn’t know they existed anymore. Anyway, this boy has been able to find his way around an iPad since he was eighteen months old, was dazzled by this viewer. There’s hope for the younger generation. He has also graduated from wanting to be a pirate last year (Jake and the Neverland Pirates was the show of choice last year) to wanting to be a dad this year. I hope Brent realizes what a compliment that is. Declan tells me over and over again that his daddy is his best buddy. Lucky Declan …he has such a great best buddy.
I’m heading north tomorrow. Jerry is coming up next Thursday after I’ve made the rounds of as many women friends as I can fit into less than a week (along with some good solid time with family, especially mom and dad and Annette.) It’s been more than a year since I’ve seen my parents…both 92…and it’s about time I showed up and they could see for themselves that I’m still alive and kicking. I’m looking forward to the trip but I do have mixed feelings. I know I’m not going to get to see everyone I want to see. And that’s really frustrating. So if I don’t see you, just know I really did want to see everyone and that you just need to come to Florida and relax by my pool and go to the beach with me. Too many of you are still working and my evenings are limited. Disgusting how everyone still needs to work except us old people. One of these years we’ll rent a place for a month and we won’t have to rush around so much.
I keep counting my blessings every day. I have a good friend whose husband is slowly slipping away. They have Hospice help but he’s home and she’s with him all the time…shrugs when I tell her how amazing and strong she is and says “He’d do the same for me if the tables were turned.” And a friend whose sister committed suicide last week and she’s left with trying to work out so much inside her own head and heart. And a friend in constant pain who figures “it is what it is” and she just keeps on moving. No one said it was going to be easy…this life of ours…but let’s face it, it’s harder for some than for others. How do people stay so strong? And good natured?
A quick first day of school story…a very OLD story. Jerry always took the afternoon off the first day of school, picked up the kids and took them out for ice cream. Sean came out of first grade near tears, dragging his feet, looking miserable.
Are you sick, Jerry asks?
Did you get in trouble, Jerry asks.
Well then, what’s wrong?
“You want to know what I did today, Dad?” says Sean. ” You work, work, work, you have recess. Then you work, work, work, you have lunch. Then you work, work, work and go home. And,” he wailed, “I gotta do it again tomorrow.”
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and a lot of tomorrows. All you teachers out there..I know what your life is like. You work, work, work and during recess (if they get recess) you run to the bathroom. Then you work, work, work and have lunch (and check your mail, your email, run off copies of something for math, set up the science experiment) Then you work, work, work and maybe go home (maybe not) where you work, work, work and go to bed. Here’s hoping somewhere in all that you have time to go for a run (do you have the energy?) watch a funny TV show, read a good book (you have to be kidding) and have a relaxing meal with your family.