I dunno

Since the passing of my oldest son back in November, my posting on the blog has become very sporadic.  Every time I sit at the computer I end up writing on a memoir about my son.  It began to get lengthy so I decided to divide it into two parts, Daddy’s Little Boy,  and Not Daddy’s Little Boy, but, even as a two parter I am afraid that each part will be so long that no one will finish it except my other children who will then fill my Email box with notes  explaining that I have my facts wrong..

In the meantime enough has happened that I would have liked to post about, and I didn’t.  I mentioned a while ago that I am very pessimistic about the results of what is happening in the Middle East.  I fear that the Egyptians have gone from one dictatorship to another, Yemen is going down the tubes, and my deep suspicion is that Khadafy is going to end up exactly where he was.  For forty years he has played his enemies like a violin, and ‘No Fly Zone’ or not, except that he will have winnowed out some of his diplomats, and a lot of Libyans will have died, we are in for the same ol –same ol.

On the home front, I looked at my self the other day in a full length mirror and realized that I look like a frail old geezer.  I had surrendered to the geezer/coot identification a long time ago, but “frail”/   Yuck.

Janet has had another episode where she suddenly “drops out”.  She was working with her computer when suddenly she felt terrible, and called for help. I had to almost carry her  (almost is the noticeable word, since I am now “frail”) to her bed.  She fell immediately to sleep and slept for the rest of the day and most of the nest night.  I took her to our doctor (We have changed General Practitioners, we no longer trust our former one.) and the doctor said that we did the right thing, and he couldn’t find an immediate cause.   She also kicked the vacuum cleaner rushing for the phone and broke her foot, so she is reluctantly wearing a moon boot. 

We just keep on keepin on.  Will finish Daddy’s Little Boy  in a few days and post it.  Let me know if it makes you snore, and I will know whether to spend time on the next episode.  (Actually, for some reason that a good psychologist would probably be able to identify, I am, sort of, driven to finish this)