I'm having trouble blogging - brain fried after unusually long work days. Can't spell and line up sentences - probably better to just splash our disorganized stuff than fail to write at all. So much is happening.
The date is important. Mira died three months ago and Ruth and Chris have been married six years today. Their new pregnancy is five weeks old - the tiny heart of our new hope started beating in the last few days - too soon to hear it, just know from Ruth's research.
On the political side, I was surprised yesterday in the convenience store to overhear the talk of three young tattooed men in baseball caps. "Hillary Clinton has done her country proud." said one to his friend who replied "Yes, she'll come through for Obama." So much for my stereotypes about what people with different apparel are thinking about!
Sad and disturbing - The Texas Governor's Mansion inhabited way back to Sam Houston -burned badly over the weekend - arson. It was under restoration and I think reports indicate that it will still be restored. So much happened in that house. At least no one was hurt. Mostly I'm horrified that there are people who create intentional harm.
Saturday night Bob and I watched "The Bat", an Austinized version of the opera "Der Fliedermaus". It was hilarious once I managed to convince myself not to be embarrassed by the bawdiness and drinking jokes. It had lots of local types down to a t, the hair styles and shopping bags, the UT booster in a white suit with a sequined long horn on the back of the jacket. I wish my Daddy had lived to see this one. He would have howled with laughter - found the original hilarious and Austin was his chosen home town so the Austinization would have suited him, I think.
I don't know what to make of work. Summer is supposed to be a light time and I'm crazy busy, struggling to fit people in. I'm loving the work I'm doing and the new clients, as well as the financial benefits of a busy practice, but I feel like my mind is not quite keeping up with itself. Surely there will be a lull at some point when people take vacations. Mostly I'm pleased to be so busy, just a little frightened of being wound too tightly.
Yesterday, when he saw me for the first time after work, achary asked me "how was your day?" in a completely grown up and appropriate manner. And he listened to my answer! Great manners at six and a good model for all of us. He really added quality to my evening with his interest. Thanks Zachy (and Joanna for raising him so well).