Thomas


Veronica and Thomas leave for Wisconsin by car tomorrow.  My sister, Alison, and I leave by truck on Sunday.  That means there will be no posts until we are well and settled in California sometime in early July.  As for comments, well, we will approve them when we see them and can approve them, which may take some time.  So please be patient.  It will be hard for Veronica to find time to do that while with her family and hard for me to do it while strangling and/or being strangled by my sister.

I kid, of course.  Why, here’s a recent picture of Alison and I getting along:

So, while we have fun on our trip (“Yes, I can read a book while you spend 90 minutes plus whatever overage is waiting for someone to score in your World Cup match.”  “It is only the biggest spectator sport in the world, you jackass.”) rest assured that eventually your comments will be perused and approved.

Good times on the road ahead!  California here I come.  Right back where I started from.  In August of 1992.

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It’s that time of year

Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer

I’m not going to finish any more of the song because if you know it, then you’ll know why (and why I’m not embedding the video) and if you don’t, well then go here.  It’s appropriate though because it could have been called “A Very Southie Christmas”.  So it will make for a nice comparison to the song that is embedded at the end. (more…)

Thomas opens his birthday present.

So, Thomas turns 13 today.  Good lord.

We celebrated by going out to eat for the first time since his diagnosis.  Conveniently, the Cheesecake Factory has a “nutritional guide” that you can ask for that lets you know the carbs (and other dietary info) in all their dishes.  So, we actually did the blood test there and gave him his insulin and we were able to get a very nice dinner.

He’s got three more days of school and then Friday is the last day and Auntie Alison arrives for a visit (and the U2 concert).

So, Thomas is home and adapting.  He’s adapting to the needles better than I am and better than he’s adapting to the food changes.  Do you know how many carbs are in a blueberry bagel?  Holy crap!  But he’s adapting well enough that we’re still heading out west for my mother’s 75th birthday later this summer, although now that’s a plane trip (uggh) rather than a drive.  But Veronica prefers that and it means we’ll be home for both the season finale of Doctor Who and the season premiere of Game of Thrones.  Yes, we’ve plowed through six seasons of GoT in the last two months, thus leading to the picture above (no spoilers) and below (spoilers for season finale of Season Six).  Veronica spent one sleepless night at the hospital plowing through Peter Dinklage’s Facebook posts, which, if you watch GoT, are generally hilarious. (more…)

Well, we’re home sooner than we expected.  Now we can just adjust to Type 1.  Which involves lots of needles.  And I like needles about as much as Señor Drumpf likes blacks.  Or Muslims.  Or Mexicans.  Or women.  Or the truth.  Or tasteful decor.

Anyway, still don’t know when the next post will be (obviously) as we adjust to life with a lot, lot less fruit juice and toast.  Thanks to everyone who wished him well.  It was a few frightening and tiring days.

Those who are Facebook friends of Veronica already know that Thomas has been in the ICU at Boston Children’s since yesterday afternoon and we’ve received a diagnosis of Type 1 Diabetes.  We’ll be in and out of the hospital with him almost certainly the rest of the week.  So, everything on the blog is on hold, obviously, until things are more settled down.

If you send through any comments, there may be a long delay before they are approved because I can only do that from home, so be patient.

img_1574Well, 2016 is almost over and it’s about damn time.  But there’s still time to open presents and relax for a day (or, maybe more, since Veronica and I left work early on Friday after the idiots doing construction at UMass Boston cut the water line to the Mass Archives).  The picture is Thomas opening his annual ornament from Great-Aunt Melinda and Great-Uncle Dave (who is home for Christmas after a rough year, so that’s something good).

img_1575On the left is a picture of our breakfast.  It’s baked French toast, which Veronica baked in her new Dutch oven, a gift from my mother.  Later today, well, later today we will sit around and probably open the pile of presents and later watch some football.  Later in the week, Veronica and I will be headed down to the City, because, you know, HAMILTON!!!!!!  Woot!  And 2017 might hopefully be better, because, you know, Baby Groot!  And more Star Wars (I’ve seen Rogue One three times so far)!

Oh, and as for why we thought 2016 sucked?  Well, part of it should be obvious.  And part of it is made more obvious with the embedded video below, just one of the gazillion people who died this year.

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