Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
So far, so good
My son has logged three days of high school, not counting the orientation day (wherein they played Simon Says and sang ‘several dumb songs’). He seems to be assimilating back into the mainstream with little sturm or drang. Well, maybe a little drang. Maybe lots of drang with Theology, since introspection isn’t Jake’s bag, and introspection is what it’s all about.
He has some sort of project involving four photos of himself and a paragraph explaining “how the journey of his life is like an adventure.” We picked four out of all the photos I’ve posted to the blog. Not this one,
which is one of my favorites.
I picked him up today after I was done in the OR. My patient scared the shit out of me as I was leaving: his pulse oximeter bottomed out. Due to his pigmentation, his nail beds looked blue, which didn’t help my worries. But then he started moving, which dead people don’t do, and when I readjusted the pulse ox, the numbers came up nicely. Effin machines.
Anyway, when I picked him up, he was talking to a girl who was a head taller than he was. I resisted the urge to tell him, “Yeah Jake YOU ROCK baby!” I’m trying not to be an embarrassment to my son. I really am! I can still remember how uncomfortable I was after my first date, when my dad asked if we had “gone parking.” I’d never heard that expression. The explanation, that was the embarrassing part.
Tomorrow is Back to School Night. Guess it’s more of a Back to School Night for us than it is for a lot of other folks there.
D.
He’s in school already? ‘Round these parts the kids don’t go back till the 8th of September (the long weekend being unusually late this year).
Yup, they started last Friday. Hopefully this means they’ll end early. I feel bad for Jake — he spent a long time cramming for the math tests at the public school (long story, that) and we promised him he’d have the rest of August off. But then we decided to go for the Catholic school, so he never got a summer vacation.