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In honor of my son M's natal day last week, I am posting a few photos of some of the pieces he has recently made, both in metal and wood. He plays the cello, musical saw, banjo, piano, accordion, pipe organ, drums, standup bass, and anything you put in front of him. He was 32. And oh yes, his newest addiction is gardening and he currently has around 40 or more antique roses and tons of other plants in his yard. Happy birthday son. I love you.
Well the bug that bothered me over the last few days is finally subsiding, which is outstanding If I do say so myself. I took Nyquil the other night, and that stuff knocked me out so hard that when I woke up the next morning I had a hard time lifting my head. It was a Sunday morning and the baby was kneeling next to me on the bed, two hands on my left shoulder repeating “dad, dad, dad, dad, dad.” I looked at the clock it was 9 am, and I was in the same position I was in when I fell asleep the night before. That never happens because I toss and turn all night every night because I most likely have a sleep disorder. Well it was very interesting to say the least.
I am finally going to a primary care doctor tomorrow for my first physical since I was a senior in high school. I assume he will tell me that I am unphysical, at which point I will slap him in the mouth. The only reason I am even going to see him is to get a referral to the sleep clinic in Smithfield, as you can only go on doctors referrals if you want it to be covered by your medical insurance. All in all, my first trip to a doctor’s office in 8 years should be interesting enough.
First post in four days is a bit weak. Need to shake the rust off…
Dotcom had an extremely uncomfortable night last night. I didn't sleep. He threw up bile 3 times, still couldn't pee, and was in pain. I called as soon as the vet opened this morning to get him in early, and he was taken to emergency surgery. He had a blockage - more commonly known as stones. At first, the doc sedated him and done some x-rays after he cathaderized him to drain his bladder. He said that there were two very large stones that had to be removed. I have never been so scared, but there was no way that I could let my fear for him get in the way of his health and comfort.
An hour and a half later, he was out of surgery. The vet said that both stones were successfully removed - one is being sent to the lab for analysis. The other, he saved for me. He also said that there was a lot of sandy-like particles in his bladder, so he flushed his bladder as well.
The end result - most importanly, my baby is doing fine. He can come home with me in two days, and he will wear a pain patch for the next 5. Although, he has always had the best diet that money can buy a doggie, we are going to have to change his diet and put him on a special food to reduce the chance of re-formation of the stones. I will also be buying him bottled water from here on out. As I said before - that boy is my everything. He is my life... and I am just thankful and relieved that this was not more serious. I mean, it was serious -but it could have been much worse. At least he gets to come back home with his mommy :-)
And I get to go visit him in 30 minutes... so I am off to do just that.
In the Shadow of the Lighthouse
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The foghorn was blowing relentlessly, soft and sad, the night
we first talked about forever.
Do you remember? We were at the shore.
It was an early October night, and you just weren't sleepy.
"Foghorns sound sad. How come?" you asked.
"Oh, maybe just because they have seen too many shipwrecks,"
I answered.
You were silent for several minutes, and then you said,
"Do you know what sailboats remind me of?"
"No," I replied. "Tell me."
You hugged me close around the neck and said,
"Sailboats remind me of forever."
You spoke so softly in the misty, damp dark as we lay, peaceful,
breathing in the salty air and listening
to the the music of the crickets and the sea.
That was the night I first realized what an old soul inhabits
your newly-minted child's body.
That was the night I discovered that you feel things like I do,
the waves of the ages washing over you and binding you
tightly to all time.
That was the night, lying in the shadow of the lighthouse,
that I knew your path would be uphill, strewn with stones,
not level, smooth as glass.
My path is rocky too.
My hand is here for you to hold when all the world seems
gray and indecipherable, the mist too thick
to penetrate alone.
I promise I will listen.
I cannot promise to agree, or even to always understand,
but I can promise you I will listen.
If I can light a beacon in the woolly enveloping fog
of the mysterious unfolding world,
I will shine it brightly for you.
© 1998, 2007 Regina Coeli de Winter
Eben, I know you are sailing now.
I'll love you forever...
My beloved son Even left us in his sleep in the early morning hours of Febryary 3rd, 2007 - on my 56th birthday, Our final farewell service for him will be held on Satuday, February 10th - his fsther's 52nd birhday. A life so bright, a life so short, a life so beautiful imbued with a loving heart and an ever-generous spirit has flown to forever.
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