I’ve been terrible about keeping up with this place for several months now. I’m apologizing to myself first.. because I look at this more than most people will… this is my story…..it evolves with me. And when I look back I get to see things like this…
I started this place out here on the big internet (when I think of the word internet, I kind of equate it with space, there is so much of it and unless you know what you’re looking for, your just a dot in the sky) to keep my family up to date with my little Dino Dude. I didn’t own a smart phone until a few years ago, and I always, even when I wasn’t doing it for a full time job, took pictures with a real camera, and uploading to a nameless gallery with no words attached, always seemed… sad. And then I would have to explain things to people over the phone, and I hate talking on the phone. Writing, using a keyboard or actual paper, has always been my preferred form of communication. And so this place came alive. Over a decade ago.
ANYWAY…
I’ve been back from a vacation, which, even a month after return, I’m still struggling to adapt. Or should I say, I’m struggling a bit with where I live. I will get there. Eventually. I always do. But right at this moment, with the snow blowing across the window leaving ice in its tracks….I am already planning escape. To somewhere. Somehow. And it’s warm there.
In the last month, we survived a hospital stay and near death experience (I wish I could say that was a funny statement, but it’s not) as my husband had a pulmonary blood clot develop on the long plane ride home.) I normally don’t talk about things that happen to him, but I want to use this time as a PSA to stress how important it is to get up and walk around whilst traveling. Even if you’re just in a car. Get out and run circles. Sitting for hours can literally kill you.
We had the craziest snow/ ice storm. I took my camera everywhere. Taking pictures was another story, I got a few, but nothing to “write home about”
We celebrated all the birthdays (our celebrations last from Thanksgiving until the end of January, it’s a looooooong season.) in Saratoga this year. I just couldn’t manage a drive to ski country this year. Where I may or may not ski. So the Saratoga Inn it was. And Saratoga is the homiest of homes I had as kid. I am very much attached to it. So when I get to wake up and drink my coffee in the hot pools and wait for the sun to arrive… I am happy. Everywhere I go I know someone from Saratoga. It follows me. And I love that.
My little man spent his days at basketball practice and games. Playing on both the rec league and school. And watching his improvement from year to year is sooooo fun. He averaged 7-12 points in all games…. and his hustle just gets better. Sometimes you don’t know what your kids will be interested in as they get older, I always prayed that he would love basketball (though his love for science and school is so much more) and it makes my heart happy. And something about me… the quiet one. I am not a quiet supporter of my son. I leave games with no voice. And he gets so mad at me sometimes when he hears the phrase “BOX OUT!!!!” 172 times in a row.
He is also playing the upright bass in orchestra.
It’s bigger than he is.
And he is amazing. I was hoping for twinkle twinkle little star…. and then he belted out the start spangled banner… I was impressed.
We celebrated Valentines day by eating more sugar that should be allowed for a small country for a year. Cookies. Candy. You name it… we sent it to school.
We continue to make trips to Denver. For eyes. He is off medication and stable. We celebrated with taco Tuesday at Red Rocks. 6 years…..it’s been a long road.
I have lost all but two of my toe nails. Seeing them painted and pretty… might be a while before flip flops are an option.
And everyday.. I try to catch the sunrise. Or sunset.
It calms me.
