Thursday, September 30, 2010
Mr. Eddie Long,
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sister Knows Best
Friday, September 24, 2010
Decision Time
Monday, September 20, 2010
You'll be SO proud of me!!
Monday, September 13, 2010
on the lighter side...
Sunday, September 12, 2010
My thoughts on the subject
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
A Confectionary Life
I was just home from the morning deliveries (both boys AND both lunches thank you very much). I picked up our Netflix movies and grabbed an umbrella to go take them to the mailbox on a cold and rainy Fall day.
But when I looked out there was now a kid's bike in the road that was not there just 2 minutes ago. It wasn't parked. It was thrown aside.
At first I thought it was our neighbor Teddy's and I was going to walk it up to his house. But then I had a horrible premonition that I should not touch the bike.
I'm looking at this bike, up and down the street, and back to this bike with its handle bars at a drastic angle.
A neighbor pulls out of his driveway and sees it too and stops me. "What's wrong?" the lawyer asks when he sees the bike in the road and me with my concern under a frog umbrella. "I don't know, Dave."
And just then the neighbor boy comes out from between two houses. Riley is a good kid. He should be in school. But it is his week on for chemotherapy so he is home.
Last winter Riley's family had to put their old dog down. And Riley LOVES dogs. He had spent months asking for a dog.
Then in June, he doubles over at a soccer game and they ran him to the ER thinking it is his appendix. Nope. It is a grapefruit sized, very rare, and very aggressive cancerous mass in his abdomen.
Riley is Miss M's age. He is smart and polite but with an edge of sass to him--just the way I like them. And I have ALWAYS had a soft-spot for this kid who never stops smiling. Who will wave every time he rides by.
From falling on the field, to arrival at the little ER in Wisconsin, to being taken by ambulance to the Children's Hospital, to surgery took about 4 hours.
They had a new puppy in the house within a week.
The pup is SO cute. And I totally understand why they bought the red headed golden retriever. Oh, he is so vintage golden! None of that square-headed blonde thing going on. Snipey and shiny golden-red. He is a good puppy. He will be a great dog. But the dear family does not have the time to train him. And even if they did the dog is 6 months old and SASSY.
Anyway...Riley comes around the house with an empty leash and I tell the lawyer in the car it is ok. The boy stumbles over. He is wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt and a stocking cap. His feet are bare with bits of grass and leaves pressed to the wet between his toes.
And my heart just cracks down the middle.
He has no eyebrows and he is pale and bloated. And he is standing in the rain in his jammies, crying.
He won't take my jacket. He won't get in my car and drive around with me to look.
But I go to get my car anyway to help him look. I grab a jacket to make him wear it. And I planned on finding the pup and then calling his mom and making the boy hot chocolate.
But...
When I stepped out after grabbing my keys and a coat for him, his mom is stopped with her car in the middle of the street.
She came home from running an errand and Riley was gone. So she drove around looking for him and found his bike in the middle of the road.
And then my heart shattered.
I yelled for Riley and he came around from behind another house, she looked up and saw him with the empty leash in one hand and the puppy in the other. And she fell to her knees. In the leaves. In the gutter. In the rain.
And here is this beautiful boy. His tears hidden by the rain. Smiling and holding his puppy and waving at his mom. The puppy which, more and more, seems like a symbol of this battle they are fighting.
He put the dog in the car. Picked up his mom. And then picked up his bike.