Stuff for a Tuesday.

By far the most response I've gotten lately is to this entry.
Several folks told me it made them cry. Me too. Sorry bout that but this getting-over-a parents-death thing ain't easy.

I had a lot of very poignant and personal messages from people and I appreciate it. Yes I guess misery and grief love company and I'm glad to be keeping such well-meaning and supportive company at that.
Here's was a typical note.

Howard; I know exactly how you feel. I lost my mom 3 years ago this month and a day doesn't go by that i don't think about her, hear her voice, miss her...
The good news is that the grief does subside and you are left with all the wonderful memories. i realized the day my mom died that my life would never be the same again; its not but i'm still the person i am and better for her having raised me. i treasure our lives together and she's with me always in spirit. your dad will be with you also. in the meantime; you have my support and sympathy.

I'm feeling pretty good this week. Maybe keeping busy or the sun or going flying helps me to take my mind off of things. Maybe getting past another milestone(6 month anniversary) helps too.
Thanks again to all you nice folks who sent me notes. Now, lets' get back to the juvenile content.

My camera's fixed. I was trying to take some pictures of our dogs stupid haircut and I dropped it on the floor and jammed the lens. Apparently this is fairly typical and not too expensive to repair. The problem with these digital cameras (mines a Cannon 530) is they have become so inexpensive that in some cases replacing them is cheaper than repair. The cost of my unit (camera) is about 130 less in less than a year. Seriously. At any rate here finally, is a shot of Tucker and the worlds stupidest dog haircut.
See the body was shaved and they left the head all shaggy-like and it's thrown him into some kind of doggy-depression. I'm telling you he's afraid to be seen around the neighborhood. We keep telling it'll grow back but he just looks at us like,"Sure, sure, aren't you the same freaks that did this to me?"

Finally. Randee, as some of you kids already know, is away in Las Vegas.(Vegas Baby! Funny how nowadays whenever anyone says Las Vegas someone invariably says "Vegas Baby!" Strange how tribal we all are.)

Point is I'm Mr. Mom/Dad. Besides the crap I normally do-shell out money and drive kids-I'm trying to keep up with some of Randee's stuff. Not so easy.

Last night I picked up the little one from school, got her a snack, took her to singing lessons, went to grab a sub for older one who had to eat early because of soccer. Picked up 2 of older ones soccer friends, then picked up little one from singing and drove everyone to soccer. Dropped off soccer punks, then took little one out for supper and to do her homework. After, picked up soccer punks, drove friends home and then brought my kids back home. Also made lunches, packed snacks and got nap sack ready for field trip. My wife has been away less than 36 hours.
Surely she's ready to come home by now isn't she?