Here it is, another Thursday. Not much going on-Erika’s spending the whole day watching people file by Raygun’s casket in D.C. Exciting.
I was playing with the kids last week and messed up my back again. I went to the Dr’s and got some nice pills that make me sleepy. I took Thursday off and slept. Damn things made me groggy for 2 days.
Went to my parents on Sat. Swam. The kids like it, but it’s such a long drive. They’re going to Europe for a month.
Erika’s dad had his first chemo on Tuesday. Erika picked him up. She called later and he was feeling OK. Let’s hope that continues through this first course. Next is radiation. We don’t think they’ll operate unless things start looking operable.
All this Reagan tribute stuff is such a exercise in soft filtering and misty wanna-call-em-memories. The dude was so not Mr. Perfect. The contra thing, Sandinistas, his inaction on AIDS, Reaganomics, massive deficits, supplying chemical weapons to Iraq and arms to Iran, Star Wars, Grenada, his confusion of movies with reality (and all the other senior moments), the October surprise fer chrissakes! Dude didn’t care about the poor, blacks, or basically anyone outside of his circle unless actually confronted with it. I will give him credit-he was a master of television, he had a folksy aura that people connected with, he wasn’t wishy-washy, he had a Teflon back. At least Democracy Now is looking at these things…
I’m taking tomorrow off-we’re going to clean out local storage and put it in longer storage and see Harry Potter without the kids. Sunday is kite club Sunday. And on and on.