Working My Way Back

Obviously, I have been off the blogosphere for quite a while, at least with my personal blog. There has been a lot going on with work, Karen's schooling, and trying, once again, to sell the house.

And, of course, the death of my mother-in-law. Pat was a dear friend, something most sons-in-law might not even think to say. But I remember the first time I met Pat and Bill. They had come out to meet me before I married their daughter. I had them over to my little apartment for dinner, and then Karen left us alone while she went to some kind of craft class. We were supposed to meet her later.

We were late. Because we lost track of the time. Because we were having so much fun just talking.

I'm sorry to have lost Bill in 1995 and Pat less than two weeks ago. But how much poorer I'd be had I never met them.

Blogger On Ice

Yesterday I took Thomas to the Dover Ice Arena, about forty minutes away, so that he could break in his new skates before the show on Tuesday. Thomas had a relaxing hour or so gliding around on his new skates. And Dad? He put on Tom's old skates (we're the same shoe size now--frightening, huh?) and got onto the ice himself.

And lived to tell about it! In fact, I didn't fall at all. At first my feet hurt terribly, but that was because I was wearing the wrong socks. Back on the ice with thinner socks, my feet felt much better, and by the time we were done, I was getting around pretty well. Not bad for an old guy!

This weekend we are cleaning up the house so that next weekend we can host a hoard of hungry teenagers for Thomas' birthday party. He's turning 16! Yikes! His actual birthday is Tuesday, which is also the day of the skating show, so we'll have a little family party at the local pizza house. And then we get invaded. If we survive, I will report.