I think Willie is pranking me. Indy and I have a standing date. Every Tuesday morning, I roll into the apartment he and Willie share. I set up the dining room table for Indy. I log into the telehealth appointment. Because every Tuesday, Indy and I do speech therapy. It’s early when…
I promise you this is not becoming a blog about my mom’s illness. But if you read with any regularity, you know my family gives me so much material. And if we’re being honest, my mom is responsible for half of that. Simply put, there is no blog without my mom’s antics. Case…
I don’t know what I’m going to do when Indy has completed his round of speech therapy. Those appointments just give me so much material. He has two more weeks of telehealth visits. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts, right guys? We settled into our appointment this week, Willie running the…
Moving my parents into their apartment was a hurdle in a race I’m still running. The next hurdle? I needed my parents to be happy in their new digs. This was not a small task set before me. When the last place you’ve lived was your home of 48 years, the next place had…
By now, it’s probably obvious my entire life’s goal is to control Willie and Indy. The problem is never Indy who, like Mary Poppins, is practically perfect in every way. The problem is Willie. Willie has never been controlled by anyone a day in her life. When Willie and Indy moved into their old…
I asked if I could buy Indy an Apple Watch. That’s when everything fell apart. Willie was sick last week. I should know by now if Willie is sick, I need to pick up the slack. I really thought I was picking up the slack. I was wrong. I checked in on…
First, I’d like to say that no parents were harmed in the making of this blog. But the week is still young. Is there anything I can say here, with regards to my family at large, that would surprise either of us? I wouldn’t think so, and yet they still manage to get me. …
This time, I thought, I won’t get caught short. This time, I’ll plan for every failure, prevent every lapse. I forgot the universe is the school mean girl, savaging your every success. I took Willie and Indy for a driving evaluation. This is long overdue. I have refused to be in a car…
Remember last week? When I said I try to alternate who I talk about? Well everyone in those posts has taken a stand against me. Against my guiding principles. It’s almost like they contest the things I’ve said about them. Which is weird. It’s all true. It all started ten days ago….
To paraphrase the Beastie Boys, I got this thorn in my side. Last week, I promised you a story about my mother. It won’t be as contrite as my story about Don. It’s rarely good news when the phone rings at six in the morning, right? I mean, Ed McMahon isn’t calling that…