Too Dang Much Going On These Days

This is a tough year. I had cancer, my father died and now my mother has breast cancer. Sometimes life is just hard. Of course there is always a silver lining. I am almost done treatment, dad did not have to be in a nursing home and mom's cancer was caught early. Her surgery (lumpectomy) was today and she did well. Thank goodness.

Otherwise things are going well. I have been writing post in my head,but not getting around to really writing. One would have been about Michael Phelps's and his new book "How To Train
With a T-Rex and Win 8 Gold Medals". He caused a minor sensation in the area by agreeing to a book signing in the store a week or so ago. He was popular. Lots of people came to the store and he sold lots of books. He was there, he did his job (signing and selling books), but he was not very personable. I guess that makes sense. Too many people must want to meet him, talk to him, get a piece of him. And I have read and heard that people with such a specialized skill-interest are so highly focused they miss out on many other skills-such as socializing. But dang, it would have been nice if he could at least have thanked the staff for their assistance. By the way, I don't like his book.

Al and I spent a wonderful weekend in Western Virginia with friends. The only problem was that I am I want to relax and the friends were let's do this, then that, then tother. So we did this (miniature golf) -- (related bird story coming up), that ( tie dye t-shirts) and tother (find an immediate care facility on Sunday morning). I woke up with a bad headache, a fever and an infection.

The same weekend was the boy's first time staying home alone over night with out us. The boys managed well and even cleaned up after themselves. I even managed well and didn't worry about them. At least not too much.

Related bird story. -- When we went to miniature golf we heard this loud disjointed sound. We looked around and around and finally saw a cute little momma bird sitting on 3 or 4 eggs about 2 feet away from where we were standing. She had no protection other then a rail fence. She was beautiful and very protective but not very safe. I wanted to bring her home, but figured the cats would be a little to appreciative. Rumor has it she is a kildeerplover. Pretty bird. Not too bright.
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