Happy Father's Day

So, as many of you know, my husband, D, is a psychiatrist.  For various reasons, he spends a day a week in service to a Case Management Agency, working with the mentally ill who are homeless or just plain poor.


He told a neat Father's Day story to me this morning.


A young schizophrenic man came to him several months ago, complaining of voices.  After talking with him, D gave him a shot that lasts a month, that is a really good medication for schizophrenics.  


The other day, the young man came in for a followup.  Doc!  The shot worked! I hadn't told you but I had two voices in my head talking against each other, and the only way I could make it work was to make a deal with them.  If I walked constantly from sunrise to sunset, they would be quiet.  And they were.  


After I took the shot, one voice stopped altogether.  The other one was still there, but after about a week, it stopped too.  I went home and had an amazing sleep.


The next morning I called up my girlfriend.  And now I'm going to be a father.


D's response:  Well!   Happy Father's Day!


(The case managers were all like:  oh no a new little baby schizophrenic!)


The young man was so happy that D congratulated him and was happy for him.


I have some amazing fathers in my life right now:  A and Sc and of course my beloved D.  So Happy Father's day to each of you.

Dah boyz

Yesterday I boy-sat...for Dan and Ben.


We went to

for lunch.


and games:

Then we came home and




Danny showed me his new horn.  Wow!

And Ben got out his horn too:

Then, while Danny played me his Gavotte (very well, I might add), Ben practiced his color guard routine.

My morning...

This was my morning...

Amish brown sugar pie, and working on making my own roman shades for the dining room.


The shades have been in progress for a loooooooooooooooooong time; it's what I think about at 3 a.m. when I wake up and can't sleep.  


But today, I

got the rings sewn on and

stapled the batten in place 


AND

got them hung.  Now all I have to do is adjust the bottoms so they look pretty.  


By the way, the color of a chicken's ears will tell you the color of their eggs.  Amen.

Among others

Things I love:


Watching grandkids play base/softball


Laughing with my daughter


Hearing that AJ is walking

Sushi at Amarin


My new friend

Yarn for D's sweater

and 


ta da da tahhhhhhhhhhh


MATILDA

Look, Ma

It was dead, certainly dead.  Even before coffee, in the dawn light, I could see it was dead.  Cute, though.  The good news is that it was not in my bed.  Whichever cat was the trophy-bringer stopped outside our bedroom door.  


I left it for David to find.  :-)


Came downstairs to brew coffee and put together a lunch for him.


The dog was out.  


Not in his crate.


Which automatically means "check the breakfast room rug."


And sure enough.  That one I didn't leave for David.


Here's a picture of the poop perp... 

Fun and Games with the Pets...

Driving

I'm not quite sure what I'm witnessing, but my driving seems to fit my personality on certain days.


Like today.  I was driving to the Library to return some books and my driving was like the Bobbsey Twins.  I was just driving along, noticing how some folks had planted their gardens, and looking at the newly painted lines on the Holmes football field, and my neighbor's coral bells that are so huge and checking out the color of the Licking river and looking for a J because I'd decided to play the alphabet game on the way home and oh yeah there's a stop sign.  I mean ding.y.


Some days I'm honey badger, not giving a shit about anyone else on the road or what they're doing.  Honey badger don't care.  Honey badger just floors it.


And then there are days when I'm the perfect driver, courteous, but authoritative; obeying all the signals; wearing my seat belt (ahem); signalling lane changes, you know:  teutonic.


The best part of driving in Covington is getting out of my driveway.  It's a kind of harbinger as to how the rest of the drive will go.  There's a tree sticking out in our driveway and about the time you see the front of the house, you gotta hang a left or you hit the tree.  Honey badger days I'm outta there with no problems.  I even do it fast.  Today I was weaving all over the driveway.  My neighbors across the street were rolling on the floor, I'm sure.


I never know which driver personality I'll have on any given day but I think like honey badger best.

Vivaldi and stars

So, there's this piece.

As you can see, it's been around for a while, and played for a while, and had coffee cups resting on it for a .... no wait....


And 


there's a young man in our orchestra who is playing principal second violin.  He's maybe 18.  Out of high school.  Working a job that requires him to wear a special t-shirt (couldn't read it; didn't want to pry).  Plays up a storm, is musical.  


We're working on this piece (see above).  


Only...


There's this part

sciolte...haven't looked it up...only know it's played on three strings and it's fast....so


here's the deal


I have to approach it the way you do when you're looking at the stars and want to see something specific and you have to look to the side to see it?


It's kind of that way...You have to not think about it...just set the flat part of the bow on the strings and feel it....


And that set me to thinking beyond the stars thing and the Vivaldi thing.  There are more things in our lives that are like that.


Relationships that don't bear close scrutiny or they lose their brilliance.


Times with God when we want that larger view and no thinking.


Belief in our country's system of checks and balances.


My bank account.  hahaha.