It took me 5 minutes to get this program (Microsoft Word) working. When I first tried to type, nothing happened. I let my fingers tap-dance on the keyboard, hoping to see a long line of gibberish, but the screen remained blank. “What’s going on here?” I wondered. I exited Word and tried another program. Microsoft Schedule+. The same results, at least initially, on the screen. OK, let’s try Word again. And as you can now see, it’s operational as I’m already at the end of the first paragraph of his letter. Sometimes computers get temperamental; it’s hard to explain.
My workday was abbreviated today, which came as no surprise. Before driving the boys to school, I repeatedly asked Andy how he felt. He looked a little peeked and had a phlegmy cough, but he insisted that he was OK. Today happened to be a late start – kids don’t have to be to school until 10:10. On these once-a-month occasions, the boys’ After School program offers a “before school” program. Simply stated, Andy wanted to play. The school nurse called me at 10:15. Andy must have walked into his classroom and immediately announced to his teacher, “I don’t feel so good.” He had a temperature of 104. When I picked him up, he looked drained of color, but, surprisingly, still seemed to have a bit of zip in him. He had a bounce in his step as we walked to the car. As soon as we got home, he sacked out on the couch in the family room, watching RV for awhile, but, once he had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, took a nap at my request. Although I had brought home some work from the library, I ended up doing some housework – folding a load of laundry, unloading the dishwasher, cleaning up the kitchen, -- and then finished the book I started to read on Sunday. I’ve assigned myself the task of reading the complete works of Russell Banks, who will be the keynote speaker at this fall’s Wisconsin Library Association convention at Lake Geneva. Since I’m the one who’ll be introducing him, I thought I should be familiar with his books. It’s finally stopped raining. I heard the pitter-pat of rain on the roof when I got up at 6:00 this morning and dodged raindrops when I ran a quick errand at 3:30 this afternoon. In between, the precipitation was relentless. Both Andy and Eddie had soccer games scheduled for later this afternoon, now canceled, to be rescheduled at a later, hopefully drier, date. Andy couldn’t have played anyway, even though the color is now back in his face and he’s out from under the covers. Right now he’s playing a solo version of the board game Payday.
The boys and I are sure glad to have Mom home. The Manthey-Lazich match-up was a tough race, a disappointing outcome, but not a surprise considering the district’s severe Republicans leanings. Adelman had obviously built up some very strong name recognition, not to be matched by a rookie politician.
I think JoAnna’s ten days away from home made her realize how important her family is. Personally, I wouldn’t mind if she found herself a less stressful, demanding position, something that doesn’t require so much of her time. We went through the same thing while she was on the County Board and working for Broydrick.
JoAnna returned home last Wednesday absolutely exhausted. It took her five days, and numerous naps, to recover from the string of 18-hour vacation days she experienced in Milwaukee. What a strange couple of weeks that was. First of all, the boys and I traveled to Pennsylvania – great road trip – spent 3+ days with my family, had a great time in Chicago (visited the Field Museum, Shedd Aquarium, top of the Hancock Building, the Children’s Museum on Navy Pier, the Museum of Science & Industry), and returned home to an empty house. We saw JoAnna Saturday evening and all day Sunday and then on Monday she returned to Milwaukee. By the end of the week, I had to remind myself – Yes, I do have a wife – No, I’m not a single parents – Don’t worry, we’ll all be back together in a few days. And now we are. But during those first five or six days, I couldn’t help but observe – Well, Mom’s back in body but not in spirit. Isn’t she lucky to have such an understanding husband? as I break my arm patting myself on the back.
It’s not even 9 o’clock, but I’m the only one yet stirring in this house. JoAnna fell asleep an hour ago, shortly after I gave her three aspirin to zap a headache. Andy still feels warm; I think he’ll be missing a second straight day of school tomorrow. Eddie’s in fine fettle; I just finished reading him three stories, Andy listening in instead of trying to fall asleep as I suggested. I’m feeling rather tired myself. It looks like an across-the-bard early-to bed kinda night.