Herself: My feet hurt. Now that’s something I haven’t said since I worked at the Padre’s. I guess that pair of shoes I wore yesterday goes to the thrift store. Bought a kitchen rug at the thrift store. Ah, guilt be my name.
Reading: Dresden 7.
Balance: Being able to volunteer.
We see nothing of the Santee family; they don’t like us as we are not Christian’s. Today the Barcelona family is in Greece. I’ve never met them and am grateful they send pictures. The Campo kids are all grown up and flown except for one in college. We get email. One OB child was taught that we are not ok folks so we see her only at Christmas. She lives less than a mile away. There’s the Escondido family….only an hour away. We see them the most of all……and that isn’t often enough tho there are daily phone calls.
How I love that.
The truth, my family was dysfunctional, I was dysfunctional, and I raised dysfunctional kids. I would not want to pass on the horror of my life to children, yet I did to mine.
Today there is the La Jolla Family. The children, Don and Meg, were both adopted by this delightful couple. The husband’s mother lives next door; the mother’s father lives in Berkley. We may be grandparents, but we are the adoptive grandparents. We see them maybe once a year. I wish I could have known them other than in passing.
Today is Don’s high school Graduation. I have to brag that this is a truly wonderful, brilliant, talented young man with a great imagination who is able to reach out and embrace the world around him. His family put an amazing amount of love and caring into his childhood, and he is who he is because of them and the doors they opened for him.
Above, L: Don at the Monterey Bay Aquarium, 2008. R: Don, August 2003.
Below: L: Don with his sister Mohave June 2003. R: Don at graduation, June 2003.