I’m nursing ouchy fingers from hot gluing rocks to the mirrors in my bathroom. They were really ugly, so I’m gluing a rock frame to them because, somehow, that will make them less ugly. My world is a very special place, friends. I cannot show you pictures yet, because that shit is still not done. We’re probably 150 glue sticks in, fyi. Easily 73 million rocks. Initially, these seemed like a quick easy project… short attention span, remember?? Yeah… this is a pain in the tushkabob. I would probably do it again, because I really am enjoying the finished bits. So, I’ll hit it again tonight, but I need more rocks. I’m not sure how that’s even possible, but here we are.
This afternoon, I enjoyed the hunt for Red October, which makes you think I am watching old movies, but in fact that’s what I call Tug’s baseball cleats, which are red and always missing. People, put your shoes together, in the same spot. You will be able to find them. It’s that easy. We’re currently interrupting my life to bring you another five years of little league, and I have a bat bag. It’s supposed to hold all the baseball things, (including Red October) but it’s very difficult to finagle for some reason. In a lot of ways, it was easier to have a whole mess of little kids at once. All of those kids were healthy and I didn’t feel a compulsion to baby them. This kid… I once had an infectious disease doctor say to me… I want to see that… can you bring him in right now???? Want prompt medical attention from busy specialists?? Be weird: they want to find zebras, not horses. My little boy is almost always the zebra. It’s a claim to medical fame, but I could totally go for a little boredom.
Another little tidbit about my desire for boredom… I’m talking stress free time I can fill with my many, many hobbies and activities. (I probably don’t really know how to be bored. It seems like a positive thing to me.) I find it difficult to empty my mind. One of the things that does this for me is a motorcycle ride… Dozer brought me on a little run with his friends last evening. He was probably tired of me glaring at him because (much like my boy children) the mechanics of the garbage can stymie him. Please know, no man has ever been murdered by his significant other while washing the dishes. This is a verifiable fact, kids. Anyway… as usual, I was the only woman along for the ride. This makes me the chief picture taker and they are all kinda hoping I don’t feel chatty…. And that maybe I have cookies or something somewhere on my person.
Sometimes… you have to just do the thing that gives you peace. I know that I will spend the next weeks and months hanging out at Albany Medical Center, the region’s premier medical facility, confirming my little boy’s diagnosis of Ehler’s-Danlos Syndrome… EDS. It goes along with his JIA… Juvenile Idiosyncratic Arthritis. Which basically means… no clue why this kid swells up like a balloon for no particular reason and has difficulty walking some days. So far, he escapes Celiac disease…which my Luke did not. There isn’t a sauce I can’t make from scratch on account of that boy… Meanwhile… for Tug… if you pray, do that. Light a candle, cast a spell, bow to the East. Do whatever it is you do to send positive energy, because my little boy needs it. EDS is a given, ask for the best possible outcome. Then feed your soul, whatever your currency is. Light ’em up!!