My thanks to those of you who have sent well-wishes about the fall. I am absolutely aware how lucky I am, knowing several people who have taken similar spills and wound up in hospital with pretty serious injuries. I was fortunate enough that my fall took the shape of a kind of prat fall, allowing me to choose fairly quickly where I would hit, what I would hit and how far I would go. Would that all falls ended that way. Still, my rib cage on the left side feels like someone is trying to yank it out.
Tomorrow is a different day. I get to truly combine my passions and spend the day at the Ventura County Star, the newspaper for whom I write most often, along with a few of my fellow journalism advisers from our school district. We are taking a sort of crash course in high school journalism by working a day with the good folks of our great paper to refine our craft and get the local paper more involved in the local schools. It’s a great idea, I think and I’m really looking forward to it.
Finished a deadline tonight and have one tomorrow and Thursday as well. We’re in process of planning our big summer trip for next year. Looks like a doozy, too–to Washington D.C., Baltimore and Hershey, PA, where I used to live. My Aunt lives in Baltimore and we’ll stay with her and use her home as our base while we venture out. I have long dreamed about taking Sue, and now Shannon and Laurie, to see at least one of my old homes east of the Mississippi. It will be the first time I’ve been to the east coast since 1993 and I believe the first time I’ve been back to Hershey since around 1978 or ’79. We came to CA in 1974, but we went back and visited once that I remember. Now, I get to show Peanut where I lived when I was younger than she is now.
It is flu shot time and I’m going to sneak Peanut and Sue off to our local Target to get the stick. Peanut has never taken to needles well. What kid does? But, she has been known to go occasionally bonkers and start screaming, particularly in Doc’s offices. So, last year-we went to Target to get our flu shots and the surroundings changed her. The tech. who gave us our shots was very nice, very gentle and, of course, there were so many people around that she dare not cry out. So, we’re going to do that again.
She said to me earlier, “you know, I’m good with it if I get the flu. I don’t think I want a shot.” I replied with my acerbic wit–“Well, it’s not you I worry about. I can’t get the flu. If I do, then I don’t work. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid. If I don’t get paid, you don’t get to ride horses. Capisce?”
“Oh,” she said.
“Yes, Oh. Now quit yer bellyachin’. We’re going to Target on Thursday and we’re getting our shots.”
“OK.” The pause. “Dad, would you really let me be OK getting the flu?”
“I thought you wanted independence…”
“Well, yeah, but…”
And on it goes. Smart kid, that one. Getting smarter every day.