Admittedly, this morning's blog was less than inspired. It wasn't my usual post, but I really did find the stories funny and worth sharing. I've noticed a slowdown - not just on my blog - of posting and commenting, probably because of Easter. We don't really celebrate around here, although it would have been fun to dye some eggs and rip the ears off of some chocolate bunnies. In fact, last night hubby and I relaxed by talking about past Easter baskets and the best way to dye eggs.
One of the things I love about being married to someone my own age is that we can relate to each other's pasts. We both loved the Monkees, the Banana Splits, the Little Rascals, Midnight Special, Monty Python's Flying Circus (before it was released on DVD, thank you) and the early days of Saturday Night Live. We both loved the Carol Burnett Show, Sonny & Cher, Johnny Carson on the Tonight Show, the original run of Gilligan's Island, and the Flintstones. When the dog came in with his contraband rock from the garden and I said, "We should have named him Rock Quarry," my husband knew exactly what I was talking about. No explanation necessary.
I wonder sometimes how people stand being married to someone who is a great deal older or a great deal younger than they are. How do you have a conversation? Or maybe I've gotten so used to not having to explain myself that I take it for granted (and wouldn't want it any other way).
That isn't what I sat down to write. I meant to sit down and tell you the story about my day, but it wasn't all that interesting. I merely sat for a long time in an orthopedist's office with my son while we found out that his injury was worse than they said at the ER, that if it had happened to his dominant hand, we'd be talking surgery. As it is, they're doing another set of X-rays next Thursday to determine if the cast alone with suffice. He is in a splint that goes up past his elbow now. Lucky kid.
I was also going to say that my daughter won't have to have surgery. She'll be coming home tomorrow evening. They also didn't do the portacath. Don't know why. Tired of asking and not getting answers that make any sense. I just have to leave it to her to deal with her doctors.
It is definitely a circus around here, but there are no clowns. We don't like the bloody things, especially since seeing Poltergeist and It. Our circus is populated with two silly English Bulldogs and five - count 'em - five cats (only two of them belong to my husband and I...hopefully the others will move out with the kids).
But you know, these animals are a lot of fun. They live in the present, they are joyful, they are good listeners, and they don't eat all the ice cream. So what if it's a circus around here? As long as the clowns stay away, I'm okay with that.
Have a lovely evening - Peace - D