Stuff

I hate it when I don’t post every few days. I feel blah but sometimes there is nothing I want to blog about. Is there anything you would like to know? That might give me some ideas. I have found out that going to the gym can a hassle, yesterday it caused me to have a flat tire. I told Nick no good could come from going! Guess I’ve proven my point.

I am annoyed with LJ’s school. How am I supposed to feel about my son doing a part in a play where he can’t get through a scene without dropping the f-bomb several times? I know, I know it’s a play and he is an actor. But I am his mother. Why do colleges feel that cursing is a mandatory in every performance? And is it necessary for me to sit through it with his father and his little sister? I want to see everything he does but sometimes this really bugs me.

I sent him a text today. I told him to text me some time or email or call or use smoke signals. I really am okay with him being away but I miss him. I miss knowing what is going on in his life. He and I talked a lot when he was in high school. I don’t mean that Mollie doesn’t talk – she talks! But it is more like a monolog she doesn’t require another party in the conversation.

But mostly I am down about news from school. We have a wonderful male teacher on our hall. He also coaches the base ball team and the girl’s soft ball team. He gives the best hugs and calls me young lady. He once won an unofficial contest at school. The question posed in fun was “If you were stranded on a deserted island which male on campus would you most like to have with you?” He won hands down because of his kindness and gentlemanly ways. He teaches in the basement and it is hard to keep up with him as he bounds up and down during the day. We laughed at him a month ago when he locked the field gate with his keys on the wrong side and had to shinny up the flag pole to get back to them. And did I mention that he is 81. Yep, how many active coaches do you know that are 81? But today we receive the awful news that he has pancreatic cancer, advanced. The faculty is shell shocked, his students and players will be devastated. We have shared with the children that he has cancer but not just how serious it is. Most kids don’t realize that real people die. My kids are only 12 and it seems most of their grandparents are just in their 60’s. It’s hard to comfort the kid when I feel so bad myself.

But I am grateful for one very bit of good news today though. My friend, the one I told you about who is looking for the daughter she gave up for adoption, had a cancer scare also. She has been redoing mammograms, ultrasounds and finally a biopsy while telling no one but her husband, her sister and me. The word came in this afternoon that all is well. That was a piece of news I really needed to hear today.