I'm still painting at the new place. I'n beginning to really understand Sisyphus.

Home at last

After a couple of complications, my father has finally been discharged from the hospital and sent home. I doubt that I can adequately express his relief. He hates hospitals. He's resting better now, eating a little, and sounding much more alert. He says that he's recovering quickly, and I believe him.

Today is a good day.

Father's Day a day late

I missed the opportunity for a grand Father's Day post yesterday. I've been in the hospital on and off over the past several days while my father was treated for pancreatitis and had his gall bladder removed. He had a bad reaction to the anesthetic and now isn't breathing well. Needless to say, he isn't going anywhere for a while.

Instead of handing him card with some forgettable doggerel and a gift certificate, I spent the day sitting on the floor of his room watching him do shots of morphine while he waited to improve enough to have surgery.

This is not a fun thing to do.

I suppose that somewhere in my mind I still see him at 30 - fit, vigorous and capable. Hell, I'm not even that anymore, and I'm certainly not 30 anymore either.

Tomorrow I'm going to drive out to his farm, about an hour from my place, and cut his grass. If everything goes right, he may be home before I get finished.

Here's hoping.

Saturday Shakespeare

You are a counterfeit cowardly knave.

The Life of King Henry the Fifth 5.1.62

Done

The deal is finally done. We finished closing on the house this morning.

Oh, the excitement!

The big day

Today is the last day of summer school. Finally, the kids are turning stuff in. Might they have done so over the past four weeks? Certainly. Did they? Some of them did. Still, I'm excited by a couple who may pass if they can keep up the pace for another few hours.

Hope springs eternal.

The Woman and I will be signing on the house this afternoon, and closing should be finished tomorrow. Sometimes things move a little slowly in small towns, but that's okay. I'll be awash in debt by Saturday and beginning a move.

I'm quite excited.

Oh, and yesterday was my birthday too. Woot!

Lest I bore you

I read an interesting article in The American Scholar this morning about bores and our reactions to them. Rather than prattle on about it myself, I'll ask you to read it for yourself here.

I was touched.