It’s Ricky’s birthday!
Ricky turns 20 years old today, so from now until August 12th, all my children are in their 20s. Fancy that.
Ricky’s arrival in the world was an episode of Murphy’s Law in action.
It was a bright, sunny day at the end of May when I went into labor for what would be the last time in my life and the weather was the best thing about it. For starters, the neighbor who had offered to babysit for my kids when I needed to go to the hospital was nowhere to be found. I kept calling right up until the moment I needed to leave but she seemed to have disappeared into thin air. So, we all went to the hospital to welcome Ricky into the world.
I have no idea what that was like for anybody. I had other things on my mind.
I’ve been pretty quiet lately, haven’t I?
I knew I had but I didn’t realize just how quiet until I took a look and saw that my last post was from Arizona on the ides of March.
Needless to say, a few things have happened since then.
Classes are done. Papers have been handed in and exams have been graded. Graduation has happened. My first year of grad school is over. I am registered for my fall classes to launch my second year.
At this point, my thoughts go in half a dozen different directions.
I only have three years of coursework to do for this degree and I’m already finished with 1/3 of it. And next year will feel like I’m really getting somewhere because I’ll be getting my Master’s degree at the end of it. This time next year, I’ll probably be beside myself.
Well, I hope I won’t be too ridiculous about it. After all, the Master’s isn’t what I’m here for and the Master’s isn’t what I’ll be excited about, either.