Look for flame and mercy
I have truly become the worst blogger that ever lived. The superflu has come to visit early and often, starting with AJ around Thanksgiving, then moving on to me around Christmas (and still not gone yet) and knocking out Mr. Spy last week. We’ve basically been holding on by our fingernails, crawling out of our cave to work or school, and back again at night.
Somehow, though, despite this, things are happening. Work has redefined the word busy. There is so much going on right now it’s making my head spin. I feel like I’m juggling flaming torches. I look up at them and thing, “Wow, they’re so pretty!” and “How cool is it that I can juggle like this!” and try desperately not to think of what happens if suddenly I drop one.
AJ is busy too. Tomorrow he goes to a local rock school for his first session with his new band. Afterwards, he’ll go straight to play a basketball game. When that’s over, we’ll come home, make him shower against his will, make him eat something against his will, and then escort him up the road to the Parish Hall of our church for his first ever dance. He’s very excited about it. It’s partly the general excitement about the party and the dancing and the girls (I’ve been hearing AJ’s side of the discussions as he talks to his buddies on his headset as they play Xbox games over the internet). But mostly I think he’s excited to be able to spend some time with his friends. Kids here don’t seem to get together to play (or, as they call it, “hang out”) outside school. They don’t all live in the neighborhood for one thing. But it’s also just the way things are here. Kids play sports and take classes. They go to the park and the gym. But they don’t go to each other’s houses. A lot of places just aren’t big enough (except for the ones that are enormous, but this is not that kind of school). So I’m excited for him.
Mr. Spy would, undoubtedly be busy as well if he weren’t so sick. The poor guy has been trying to record podcasts and conduct interviews while smothering bone-shaking coughs. The flu, it blows. I hope you all are faring better. I’ll have a post up about last weekend’s big chess adventure soon, I swear. Unless the dog eats my homework. I hate it when that happens.