Happy 60th Birthday Mom

July 30, 2007

So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
Oh, how I wish I could
But you're so far away

One more song about moving along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it being close to you

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Traveling around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothing else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
There's so many dreams I've yet to find

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away
(So Far Away - Carole King)

Sad News

Greg as I remember him

Just heard today that Greg High died in his sleep very recently. I knew him from grade school at Queen of Apostles in San Jose. He was a sweet, kind, harmless boy who had a certain goofy charm. Greg was the first boy I ever danced with. He called me "sproing"because of my curly hair. In seventh grade, he asked me if I wanted to "go around". I may have said yes and then I think I changed my mind because I was embarrassed by the silliness of an 8th grade dating arrangement. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings.

Greg in recent times

May Greg find great love as he is reunited with our Father in Heaven.

Can't Wait Until This Week Ends!

OK...this week has officially been the absolute worst in years. My biggest Ethan challenge to date. Nothing insurmountable...just very humbling for this Mom who prides herself on being kinda decent at this raising-children-thing. Just when you think you have it all figured out, your child will throw you a major curve ball. Like Mommy, Ethan is intense, anxious and I dare say more than a little complicated. He often asks me about death. He worries about becoming poor. (?) He cries over the mildest of sentimentality in movies, TV, and in books. So, it's fair to say that I'm accustomed to Ethan's cloudy side. I just wasn't prepared for this week's challenge. I'll leave it at that. Nothing abnormal or earth shattering. Just a real test of my parenting skills and my ability to turn a challenge into an opportunity. Sometimes, this is a really, really hard job. And I had to handle it on my own as Jim was in NY this week.

My Dad had some tough medical news today. The issue is treatable and in many cases curable. Still, it may involve surgery and further treatment. My thoughts and prayers are with him tonight.

Behind, behind, behind on everything related to the house. And I mean everything.

Tapped on words at the moment. Goodnight.

41...Came and Went

The day that marked my 41st year was just OK. Jim and the kids remembered and I heard from my loyal contingent of birthday die hards. God bless them.

I just don't feel like blogging much lately. I just have to get the spirit again.

You just have to get up the next day and deal. Even if the inspiration eludes you. Your kids don't care that you're not feelin' it. So, you go through the motions and hope something sticks along the way.

This will pass. It always does.

Ethan loved Avalance Ranch Bible camp. McKenna wished that she could go. Karate resumes next week. Then swim lessons. Then Safety City safety camp. McKenna is at Creme de la Creme and has started to accept her fate as a pre-schooler. My sweet baby girl.

Lots of social commitments over the next month and then we're in full swing for back-to-school. Ethan starts Kindergarten. My precious baby boy.

That's all I can muster tonight.