Friday, March 23, 2012
As mentioned, it is indeed cherry-blossom time. A time when the very first Tourists of the season are spotted in the Tidal Basin area, forcing most locals to flee the area cursing and seek shelter in the nearest pub, wine bar, or other watering hole. Living away from the DC area has its benefits: not having to deal with the annual influx of confused and lost out-of-towners driving in random directions, and not having to deal with the irrational and self-absorbed residents of the District who also tend to drive in random directions.
So when Kelley and I looked out of our window earlier this week, we both said at the same time, "Wow! It looks like it's snowing out there!"
Saturday, March 17, 2012
So here we are, Carolyn and I, back in the Emergency Department for a kidney infection. We've been doing this together for a long time. I remember a lot of midnight drives with her raving in Kelley's arms as her fever topped 104°F. Hours turning into days as we sat in hospital, scared that we were going to lose her. Scared that she would lose kidney function permanently and spend the rest of her life on dialysis. Just plain scared mostly.
I thought it would become easier as she got older. Doctors said she would outgrow the reflux eventually and the infections would become a thing of the past. No more midnight drives. It's been quite a few years since her last one. I thought we were all done with this. And yet...
Here we are, Carolyn and I. Back in the E.R. together. As family traditions go, this one I wish had never been established. She's nineteen now, a fine young woman in every sense. She is in charge of her life and taking care of her self.
And I'm still scared. Still worried about her, just like always. My Dad told me that your kid's arrival heralds the last decent night's sleep you'll have. Too true by half. She's nineteen - you'd think I would have learned to relax a bit by now...
Parenthood is defined by worry, I guess. I no longer get up in the middle of the night to check on her like I did when she was little. I haven't sat by her bed and rubbed her back to soothe her to sleep in ages. The worry is still there though, as I have discovered this ayem. All the old terrors clambered up from my subconscious and made themselves right at home again.
So here we are, Carolyn and I. Together again. Just like always.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Not to say that things are All Better Now, but most of the really aggressive change management seems to have passed at last. Now we're just left with the simple things. Things like dealing with a landlord that is somewhat reclusive and not truthful on most occasions. Things like dealing with my wife's health STILL not being the best. Things like preparing the eldest for college, the youngest for middle school, and learning not to worry so much about the middle.
So, resolved: More content, more discussion, more posts. Time to get back in the habit, and write something every day. Right away. Watch this space for details, as there are updates a-comin' folks.