I found your Patagucci rain jacket. It had been integrated into our garage coat storage system. If you had not said anything I would not have noticed it until the snow flew and winter jackets were required.
The kids are back in school. Christian is even going into the office. The house is quiet. I find strength in the silence and have been using my time to fight the entropy of the summer. September is going to be pretty brutal. I need everything to be in order. I am close, or at least in a state of organized delay - that means lots of neatly stacked piles, everywhere. Comfort in that.
Do you have air conditioning in your school? Probably not since you said you were sweating in your classroom. I am sweating while I type in the basement. I thought basements were supposed to be cool. Ours is not. My armpits will be stinky by the end of the day even with my men’s 48-hour deodorant with supreme odor control. The heat is worse today than a couple of weeks ago when we drove up to visit.
Which, by the way, we had the best time. Truly. We always do. (This is my belated thank you email.) Lunch was so yummy – that ham —Wow! It is rare that Christian goes on and on about something in the States being just like Italy. And we loved being tourists for the afternoon, popping in and out of shops, window browsing, people watching. Henry and Emlen had so much fun running ahead with Miranda and Iris. It is great how they get along. I guess they have kind of grown up together. Familiarity. My favorite image of the day was, after we finished dinner and the grown-ups were still at the table grown-upping, the four of them squeezing onto the living room sofa with their new school-ready phones, texting and air dropping images to each other. The giggling was priceless.
Also, we loved the Holy Donut. Thanks for bringing us there. Our timing was perfect, only a short wait. I can’t believe how long the line was later in the day. Henry still talks about it - the donuts, not the lines. Buying a bunch of different flavors to have for dessert that night was the way to go, especially since my keto brownies were a little on the “acquired taste” side of eating. I tried another brownie recipe yesterday. The texture is better, but it still tastes like I used only 90% chocolate. They suck all the saliva from your mouth, leaving it very dry. I think they would be good with a big red zinfandel or cab, not so much the grapefruit flavored seltzer that I guzzle.
But at the moment I am typing. I am not drinking wine. And I am sweating.
Yes, I am still sweating. Maybe I could use the brownies to soak up the arm pit sweat. Or I can experiment with how to type with my arms out like wings, so I can air out. Here goes, arms out. It turns out it is difficult.
This is Mexico in July hot.
Oh, wait. I forgot. I have a fan in my office. Just a minute. So much better.
I spent the last week of the summer getting the kids ready for the fall. With both of them starting new schools this year there were a few more than the usual number of hoops to jump through. Once Henry figured out how to access his Gmail account he was pretty much on his own. He seems to think e-mail is an antiquated form of communication; he never bothered with it in middle school. Anyway, he just needed to talk about some stuff, mostly the logistics of high school.
Emlen’s start, because of the cystic fibrosis (CF), required several meetings for his 504 Plan, presenting “CF and What It Is” to the 6th grade staff and filling out pages medical forms for the school nurse; and, because he is starting middle school, needed constant mock run throughs of locker combinations, schedules, school maps and changing buses. I think we got it all. Honestly it was a little painful. For several nights leading up to the big day I was not sure he was actually going to make it. His anxiety kicked in, set on high. It was an hour or two of hashing out EVERYTHING that could go wrong. Thoughts of home schooling rattled around in my brain. (Oh God, can you imagine?) But, he managed. He left for school the first day with a smile on his face and only slightly nervous.
(The second day he threw up in the morning due to the anxiety, and, perhaps the heat. It is too hot for someone with CF. Regardless the reason, he announced that he will never eat waffles again. Sigh. They were so easy. Just make a whole batch on the weekend, freeze them, and then toast them in the scuffle of the morning routine. Now what? I think I will buy some cereal.)
Today, and probably for the next week, I am dealing with the fall family calendar: organizing the fall house projects, finding time to catch up with friends and scheduling the after-school activities. I think once we get through September things will settle down. There are so many conflicts right now, especially with the after-school activities: pre-season swim, pep band, school dances, cross country vs ultimate frisbee, music lessons… I suppose it will all work out, and if not, there will be lots of changing clothes in the car while putting together a saxophone, madly driving from one side of town to the other.
And then there are ALL of the doctor appointments we have in September – for both boys. Henry has a lot this month: the orthodontist to FINALLY get his braces off, the ENT to complain about his enlarged adenoids and constant sinus issues, his fifteen-year-old well check, a dentist appointment and another ortho appointment to get his retainer. I think that is it.
Emlen really only has one doctor appointment this month, but it is a big one; sinus surgery on September 17th.
The surgery is supposed to be pretty straight forward. I am going to say that now, but I have heard rumors that having all your sinus cavities roto-rooter-ed is awful. I will let you know. Fortunately, because Emlen has CF, he and I will remain on the 9th floor of Children’s Hospital for five days where he will endure another round prophylactic IV antibiotics. From what I understand, when you have the colonies of fungus and bacteria scraped out of your sinus cavities, there is a high chance of something falling into your lungs. Getting ahead of that is just good medicine.
(Funny, that I say “fortunately” when talking about staying in hospital. I guess, because after his surgery it is going to be easier to have a round the clock staff helping him heal rather than Christian and me tending to his every need).
What I do not know at this point is whether the IV’s will continue for another two weeks at home, as they did this past spring. That will depend on the whatever fungi and bugs they pull out of his nose.
By the way, the fan is not helping. All it does is blow hot air around the room. I think I am going to have to run the dehumidifier and crank the air conditioner for the next few days. That is me, not being a very good New Englander. But then I can eat the brownies and not use them as sponges. I would rather do that.
I hope that start of the school year is going well for you.
I just looked at the weather report. Cool weekend ahead.
Say hi to Miranda, Iris and Tim.
PS. Henry, so far, loves high school.
PSS. Emlen likes middle school too. He thinks he is going to sign up for Ultimate Frisbee. I wonder what days that meets? Probably on the day of his drum lesson. Now I foresee frisbees and drum sticks flying around the car with the clothes and saxophone parts.