Tag: W.

Watch Your Step

Seriously.  Why do I need to come up with a stupid title to my posts?  I mean, we’re talking about a post that gets saved as an entry in a database table, with its own primary key internally stored, so it can’t be needed, technically.  How about defaulting the title to the date and time the post was created?  That’s what I used to do back in the old days when I simply wrote my thoughts down in spiral bound notebooks.  How about it?  I kind of like the idea, and I’ll give it a go with the next post.

Anyway, it was an interesting weekend.  Woke up early on Saturday to take Will to his audiologist for a routine hearing check, followed by a stop at the Patriots Path Council Scout shop to pick up belt loops and pins for this Friday’s Pack meeting, then drove by the bank to make a deposit at the ATM, then filled up the Lexus at the gas station, and then home.  Hung out at home in the afternoon and evening, watched some of the Winter Olympics.  Woke up early again on Sunday to make 9:00 AM Mass at St. Joseph’s before heading over to Newark with Will for the Seton Hall vs. DePaul basketball game at the Prudential Center (SHU won 79-71.)  Picked up some Valentine treats for Edith on the way home, had dinner and shared Valentines with the kids, put Kate to bed, and replied to an email that I received on Sunday morning from Susan.

I’m not going to get into the details of her email here, nor my reply, but receiving her email was a bit of a surprise; a welcome surprise, at that.  I don’t know, what’s it been, maybe 7 years since I’ve heard from her directly?  I’m not sure.  She’s got a personal crisis she’s dealing with, and as much as I might think I understand what she’s going through in reality I can’t say that I do.  I do hope and pray for things to work out, and who knows, maybe I will hear from her again, soon. In my reply I shared with her my post from back in July (SCP); I mean, what the Hell, might as well put that out there, and maybe, just maybe, Susan will want to break down the walls to open up some dialogue between us, and not keep on hiding behind whatever it is that keeps us from being civil, if not downright friendly, to one another again.

Yesterday was a holiday from work, which was nice. Will had one of his classmates over to play in the afternoon, and they had a fun time together sledding down at the big hill by the elementary school, then playing in the snow in the backyard, playing Boom Blox on the Wii, and finally Lego’s in Will’s bedroom.  Will doesn’t really have any friends in our town, and he gets quite bored without anyone local to play with; I feel really bad for him, since this is such the contrast from when I was a kid where you couldn’t swing a cat without hitting a kid my age on the street where I grew up.  He’s enjoying himself enough in Scouts, though.  All in all, he’s a little bit lacking in social development – he’s somewhat reserved, which can be seen as being anti-social, and is very much concerned about embarrassing himself, and with what other kids think of him, to the point where it sometimes prevents him from sometimes doing simple social activities like saying “Hi” to the kids in his class.  It’s something we’re keeping an eye on.

Worked from home today – it was snowing this morning, and although not really sticking to the roads I did not want to drive down the back roads to Princeton and Lawrenceville and find they were slippery.  It’s funny, I used to drive in the snow all the time when I was in Pennsylvania, it didn’t bother me one bit.  I even drove up to University of Connecticut one Valentine’s Day Eve in a snowstorm without blinking an eye (I distinctly remember riding along with the caravan of snowplows on I-84 into Hartford.)  Edith and I used to ski all over New England, and drove through our share of heavy snow on the way to Vermont, New Hampshire and Maine.  Nowadays, I simply hate it – can’t stand it, and will avoid driving in it if I can help it.  Must have something to do with living the past 19 years in New Jersey and dealing with the dense population of idiots on the roads here.  Anyway, I’ll be back in the office again tomorrow.   Thank God it is less than two weeks left to February, and then not long until the first day of Spring.

Alleluia.