My Mom.

Who's idea were the tap dance classes and recitals all those years ago?  Not mine, I think I can say that!  But My Mom pushed me to do them so I could gain better coordination... As for wearing the cowboy costume in all those pictures, I can only assume she encouraged me to wear for her own enjoyment .

At first we were My Mom's assistants, helping with cooking, pulling up nails and staples from the floors in the new house or being her painting projects.  Over time though she became my default assistant whether it was hanging drywall, putting in the ceiling in the basement, raising the roof on the shed, or just being an extra hand on whatever project I was working on, she was always there.

in the mean time I get a text message saying my mother is going into a nursing home.. what a way to find out! the communication is distant, defensive and nearly non-existent. I am lucky to have a wife who has taken the time to visit with my mom. Things seem okay for now, but the process by which they got there seems distorted. What is the motivation? What comes in the future?

Wilson is back to his normal self, his leg is all back into the right number of pieces (2 solid bones), of course integrating him into our house is fraught with issues as he terrorizes Willie and Sasha when he has the chance, and poor Willie is mister timid, and goes into fearful cat mode when Wilson gets going.   So for now, as time works it's magic, Wilson lives in our laundry room for much of the day, and gets a few hours of freedom in the house each day which usually results in Willie and Sasha retreating to the top of the kitchen cabinets.  Though as of the beginning of the year as I wrapped up my holidays at home, Wilson had figured out how to get up on top of the fridge to see whats going on up there, thus confronting them, and inflicting more trauma on Willie.

The Holidays were good, just for the fact that I was home with Mollie and sleeping in my own bed.  Unfortunately I spent about half the time sick.  Christmas morning was spent at my parent's house with them, Katie, Conor and Bridget.  Then Mollie and I hit the road to make it to Christmas Dinner with her family in Lynchburg.  At 2am on the 26th I awoke with nausea, and was sick enough that by 6am it was clear I was not going to get through it without some help, so Mollie took me to the Lynchburg Hospital ER, where I got 6 hours of IV fluids, and lots of anti-nausea drugs, with the heavy duty phenegran finally doing the trick, and also pretty much knocking me out for the next 24 hours or so.  Within a few days of that I had my third full blown cold of Nov/Dec 2008...  I guess my west coast anti-bodies weren't up to the task of fighting off the east coast bugs.  Finally broke through and felt better on New Years day, and enjoyed my last few days at home.

Just taking each day one at a time.  Now that trial is actually moving, each day is a day closer to being done, and going home.

In other news I'm home for a week (finishing up the week) after 3 weeks in San Fran for work, I head back out there on Saturday, for a few more months!  Mollie got a new job, more on all that sooner or later!

San Fran is back on, traveling on Sept. 2 this time. (subject to change).

Wilson is 2+ months out from surgery, and besides attacking Willie is doing well. His latest x-rays showed lots of bone regrowth and everything is on track. More x-rays on 9/24 and possibly removal of the fixator after that.