siblings

None of the news sources I’ve read will verify whether or not Jesus Humberto Canales has a green card, but I’m going to make an unfair assumption here and see how the fuzzy dice land on this one. If you happen to see Jesus driving around in his bronze minivan, do humanity a favor and shoot him on sight.

Today was as wonderful as it was difficult.

My patient gave me an Olive Garden gift card a while back. There are only a few locations in Nashville, and nothing remotely near Bellevue, where my sweetie lives.

While most of us have to work for a living a few can live the high life.  I say that because my siblings, The Professor and Big Sister, are living it up abroad as I write this. 

I haven't brought a guy home to meet the family in seven years. I've let one guy meet my parents since the divorce, but he didn't meet my grandparents/cousins/aunts/uncles/siblings. His own fault: he was invited to Christmas, he had accepted, the family kindly bought presents for him, and he at the last minute decided not to go. "I don't want to be gone from home all day" was his excuse.

My father was friends with him. Not close talk weekly friends, but catch up over lunch when he was in town friends.

I remember meeting him when I was seven or eight. He was always Mr. Russert to me.

My father has always been proud to call him a friend. Fondest memory of him? After a book signing in Buffalo, he and his father went out with my siblings, my father and I.

We’ve entered a new phase of parenting, and it’s not an especially helpful or cute phase that you want to scrapbook like “my children will fetch me a cold drink from the refrigerator” or “my children will scratch my back on demand.”

It’s incessant fighting and I don’t like it one bit.

Monday, June 9, 2008

So big congratulations to my dear little sister who ran off and got married last week! Nothing fancy, they did a little private pseudo-eloping thing, honeymooned for a week, then had a family lunch reception today. Met the new in-laws and my new step-niece, they all seem nice.

Monday, June 9, 2008