XVIII: The Salad Days
Can you believe we are up to XVIII? I remember when I turned XVIII. I was a freshman in college. Those were the days. The "salad" days, as they say. Which begs the question, what is a "salad" day? And who are "they" anyway. And why do "they" say these things? Who knows.
Speaking of morons, wait until you all hear what I did now. There's idiocy and there's lunacy and there's me. Three weeks ago, after considerable stewing, and many phone calls and many conversations with myself that were out loud and involved Regis saying "are you asking me or just fighting with yourself again," I decided to head west in the Maxima and catch the Notre Dame-USC game. I departed on Friday night after work, stayed at my good friend Ryan's house (in Hudson, Ohio), and he and his wife, Angie, and I headed for the Bend on Saturday morning. Obviously, as has been well documented, the game did not end as I was hoping. My depression ended about the time my voice came back (yesterday, so only a few weeks, not bad) but it was a great experience. I owe it all to my wife for being a wonderful, supportive, die-hard spouse - she amazes me every day (Ok, that was just plain sappy! What's going on here?). Anyway, because of my journey, I missed a visit from my sister Joan, my sister Jill, her husband Patrick, and their son George. This was the first big chance for the "cousins" to play and by all accounts they had a wonderful time. Some of you may have received pictures of the event.
For the most part things are moving along as usual. Last Saturday, Jimmy played in the "Super Bowl" of the flag football season, which involved a victory by the "Cowboys" over the "Giants." No big stats from the win for the boy, but he played well and mixed it up. These things don't always show up in the box score you know. And of course, we recently had some Halloween excitement (Jimmy was a policeman, Maggie was Sleeping Beauty, and Annie was Snow White). This was Annie's first significant experience with the event, and by all indications she's a big fan. As you can probably picture, we went through the usual routine, but Annie perceptively noted a loophole in the system. As the candy-distributing homeowner leaned over and listened intently to Jimmy and Maggie's answers to the "and what are you dressed up as?" question, Annie would quietly reach into the candy bowl and take a more generous portion than she had already been allotted. Now, most parents would swoop in and correct such greedy behavior. Well, Regis wasn't really noticing this happening, so she couldn't. Oh, what's that? Me? Oh, right, I am her father huh? Well, I was too darn proud of her. So, another Halloween came and went and when we arrived home Annie's bag weighed twice that of the other two.
Tomorrow Maggie goes in for surgery to remove tonsils and adenoids. They are abnormally large and need to come out to help her breathing. So, keep us all in your thoughts and prayers tomorrow. She's a trooper and we know she'll be fine and feel much better afterwards.
And pray for me and Jimmy, because we will be home all weekend with unhappy women. Maggie, because she will be in pain and whiny. Regis, because of Maggie. Annie, because she's almost two and she's heard that's what she's supposed to do at that age.
I kid.
Mostly.
Speaking of morons, wait until you all hear what I did now. There's idiocy and there's lunacy and there's me. Three weeks ago, after considerable stewing, and many phone calls and many conversations with myself that were out loud and involved Regis saying "are you asking me or just fighting with yourself again," I decided to head west in the Maxima and catch the Notre Dame-USC game. I departed on Friday night after work, stayed at my good friend Ryan's house (in Hudson, Ohio), and he and his wife, Angie, and I headed for the Bend on Saturday morning. Obviously, as has been well documented, the game did not end as I was hoping. My depression ended about the time my voice came back (yesterday, so only a few weeks, not bad) but it was a great experience. I owe it all to my wife for being a wonderful, supportive, die-hard spouse - she amazes me every day (Ok, that was just plain sappy! What's going on here?). Anyway, because of my journey, I missed a visit from my sister Joan, my sister Jill, her husband Patrick, and their son George. This was the first big chance for the "cousins" to play and by all accounts they had a wonderful time. Some of you may have received pictures of the event.
For the most part things are moving along as usual. Last Saturday, Jimmy played in the "Super Bowl" of the flag football season, which involved a victory by the "Cowboys" over the "Giants." No big stats from the win for the boy, but he played well and mixed it up. These things don't always show up in the box score you know. And of course, we recently had some Halloween excitement (Jimmy was a policeman, Maggie was Sleeping Beauty, and Annie was Snow White). This was Annie's first significant experience with the event, and by all indications she's a big fan. As you can probably picture, we went through the usual routine, but Annie perceptively noted a loophole in the system. As the candy-distributing homeowner leaned over and listened intently to Jimmy and Maggie's answers to the "and what are you dressed up as?" question, Annie would quietly reach into the candy bowl and take a more generous portion than she had already been allotted. Now, most parents would swoop in and correct such greedy behavior. Well, Regis wasn't really noticing this happening, so she couldn't. Oh, what's that? Me? Oh, right, I am her father huh? Well, I was too darn proud of her. So, another Halloween came and went and when we arrived home Annie's bag weighed twice that of the other two.
Tomorrow Maggie goes in for surgery to remove tonsils and adenoids. They are abnormally large and need to come out to help her breathing. So, keep us all in your thoughts and prayers tomorrow. She's a trooper and we know she'll be fine and feel much better afterwards.
And pray for me and Jimmy, because we will be home all weekend with unhappy women. Maggie, because she will be in pain and whiny. Regis, because of Maggie. Annie, because she's almost two and she's heard that's what she's supposed to do at that age.
I kid.
Mostly.
posted by Watts at 9:39 AM
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