Progress

And I am about half way on my syllabus for the fall. A few hours will finish it off.

Going to Chicago tomorrow with Albina and her houseguest -- Yashuhiro -- taking the 15 year old Japanese boy to the biggest McDonalds in the world and then to the Museum of Science and Industry.

I am so happy -- I have just enough money to pay to go on the coal mine. No one has ever let me go -- the only time as a grown up and not with a school field trip that I have been to the Museum of Science and Industry was with my Canadian cousins and my tour-director sister. She said the lines were too long and we were in a hurry. I remember, now, that the "hurry" was that Janelle wanted to get home and that Joe and I were taking some of our cousins to the Five Year Jacket show at Gamekeepers in Chicago. Oh the time we wasted and the things we regret.

Enough of that -- I am in danger of saying something worth saying here -- I wouldn't want to spoil my aims of just keeping records here. I have MS -- it is likely that I will soon have short term memory loss problems. If I stick to a regular schedule and keep good notes, I won't forget stuff. So, it's morning -- I blog.

I am going to Janelle's shop to help her out. Her mother-in-law, Stephany, is dying. This breaks my heart -- the woman is an angel and has always been so kind to all of us. Janelle needs to go and be with her and Steve. I will, of course, make it to some of the services. I think I'm more upset that I haven't seen Stephany since Cat's bridal shower last fall (shameless plug for my favorite website). I love that woman like she was my own family. In fact, Steve's whole family is just all kinds of awesome. I mean, I like Shane's family okay (and they have had their fair share of heartache with Pete dying so young), but they just don't gel with us the way that Steve's family does.

I love dogs. My puppy is wonderful. She is so smart! "Ring the Bell; get a treat; go outside; go potty; get a treat." Don't think it took her 4 rings to figure this out. Lia now rings the bell every freakin' five minutes.

Peter Jennings died. I actually think I might miss him. When he left the air, I cried. I think I was under the influence of steroids at the time, but hey. I cried. He never finished high school. Go figure.