I edit. I edit way too much. My posts usually take me between 30 minutes and an hour. The problem I've run into during the past several nights is that I'm really tired in the evening. My creative energy is low. That means my writing and editing are both slower and take more energy. Because of this I'm considering no longer writing in the evening. It takes too much out of me; it can leave me feeling burdened. That runs counter to the purpose of these writings; the purpose is to share something positive.
8:41
I missed a day, yesterday. No post. I'm alright with that. Emily really appreciates when I post. So I'm back to not being alright with that. I believe we will need to work a compromise. If there is a lot going on during a given day, I will attempt to post. If there is a string of slow days I'll post every other day. And, this will be especially true during the bone marrow transplant process, if the days are terrible then Emily can post the update and share how I'm feeling. Getting up to exercise when feeling terrible is difficult. Attempting to be creative and positive while feeling terrible is nearly impossible.
8:46
Yesterday my sister Terri visited for a couple of hours in the afternoon. We don't get enough time together. We didn't spend a whole lot of time together as kids. When we did she was just being a nice big sister and playing games with me. I begged her so often to play this game where we'd just crash toy cars into each other. She's always been a good big sister to me. I look forward to continuing to get to know her better and spending time with her. Terri is awesome.
Yesterday evening Elliot, Jessica, and Lily visited. Jessica brought meatloaf, a pasta salad, and rolls. It was honestly the best meal I've had in weeks. And that's saying something, I've had some really good meals. We hung out and talked; I introduced Elliot to the Violent Femmes "Country Death Song". It was a really fun and tasty evening. Elliot, Jessica, and Lily are great. The past month has provided a wonderful opportunity to become closer with them.
9:10
Ten minutes of that is putting the boys to bed, it doesn't count.
Today Valerie came by for a visit. She is so pregnant. Oh my pregnant. Pregnantastic. It's pretty crazy that there will be another baby in the family so soon. I'm very excited to meet the offspring of Valerie and Jacob. Valerie is, I would hope, used to me by now. So it's always fun to talk with her; I can just jump right in and say all sorts of crap that you'd normally want to cushion with context. Oh yes, she dropped off San Juan. Now Emily will have her chance at defeating me; it's still 5-0.
Tomorrow there will be blood transfusions. Emily's mother has been kind enough to take Max while we're there.
Picture of the day, 9:20 Max can cross his eyes:
That is by far the cutest, cross-eyed, scrunchy face ever! Visiting with you an Em was awesome, thanks!
ReplyDeleteSo you know, you have often times felt like an older brother. You've always been wise beyond your years and I never stop learning from you. I fondly remember one of the first lessons you taught me... I was probably 8 and you were about 7, we were riding our bikes home (back from Norton's or VanLeuvan's Laundry Mat... hee hee). I was mad at you for something and riding up ahead of you. And I can honestly remember being so mad that I didn't know what to do so I turned around and flipped you off. I had no idea what it meant but I knew it was bad so it made me feel better. Being the smarter, younger brother that you were... you were kind enough to get home and tell me exactly what it meant. And I appreciate it... and at the time, you were most likely honored that you were the first person who made me mad enough to do it.
I love you!!
Hehehe. I remember when I asked Mom what it meant when people flipped each other off. Mom was amazing. She just told me what it meant. I was six. I remember every detail of the conversation. I believe the clarity of the memory is owed equally to the sheer amount of "adult" information Mom shared and the discovery that Mom would answer such questions honestly. The honesty of her answer required her to explain so much, it was a 15 minute conversation. She went from the brief explanation straight into explaining the basic mechanics of sex. Somehow, before the conversation was over, we had covered homosexuality as well. I kid you not, she used Boy George to explain to me what it meant to be "gay". This was 1984. I had no idea who Boy George was, but I now knew Mom was awesome.
DeleteI love you, Terri!
Pregnantastic, I like it.
ReplyDeleteagreed. should be added to the dictionary.
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