Timid heart, hide my scars

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.
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I just can’t lose my stride

Hi there.

I am in Arizona.

I’ve never been here before.

The skies are cloudless and clear, and in the mornings, between 7:00 am and 9:00 am or so, it’s pleasantly cool outside. Perfect walking weather.

After that, it’s hot.

There are flowering trees and bushes everywhere, so the air always smells wonderfully sweet like nowhere I’ve ever lived or visited.

It’s a beautiful place but even this early in the almost-spring, you definitely need to be indoors by about 10am. Continue reading

I just keep on trying

never-quit I am excited.

In less than a week, I’ll be boarding a plane to fly out to Arizona to visit with my daughters. While I’m there, I’ll make an opportunity to take a run over to Las Vegas to visit with Gina’s godmother, who has been a friend for 40 years (wow! @__@) and is one of my favorite people on the planet.

I will also get to meet the significant others of both my daughters. I gather they are both a tiny bit nervous but I know it will be fine. Truth to tell, I’m a tiny bit nervous, too.

It’ll be good.

I’m also excited because I’ll get to register for fall classes a couple of weeks after I get back from Arizona.

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Remember that love is left

4 It’s Gina’s birthday! She’s 27 years old today.

Gina was my second baby and she was about as easy as it gets. I had another textbook pregnancy with her and she arrived two days before her official due date. Thanks to assiduous oiling and massage, there was no episiotomy and not even any tearing. She was born at around 10 am and we were both home by dinner time.

When it comes to producing babies, it really doesn’t get any easier than that.

Gina was a darling, amazingly cute little kid. She was very different from her little sister, in that she took everything extremely seriously. She had to kind of grow into her sense of humor. I never had any problem with that because I, evil person that I am, had enough of a sense of humor for both of us. I spent a lot of time laughing at Gina when she was little. She didn’t know it, of course; I’m evil but I’m not cruel. Continue reading