Mother May I
Cinco de Mayo, Kentucky Derby, and Spring, all benefits of May. But the most wonderful weekend of all is Mother's Day. It makes me appreciate all the Moms of the world, all the natural, never-ending love found in mother-child dynamics. I am blessed to have a Mother who is beautiful, strong, determined, funny, and loving. Unfortunately, she is also very sick. Her condition is day-to-day, she's so confused during the early evening that she is almost in a state of panic sometimes. Cancer and Alzheimer's disease, a real double whammy. But, she's a fighter and she doesn't give up easily, God Bless Her.
May, a wonderful time of the year. Things are deep green, the blossoms are out in full force, and the nights are warm enough to sleep with the windows open. I'm in a minor holding pattern with regards to my running. I am fighting both achilles tendonitis and, hopefully not, a minor hernia. Rest has helped, but I am probably going to scratch my Soldier Field 10 mile race at the end of the month. I must get engaged with some activity soon. I find myself so mentally fatigued that I take both morning and afternoon naps. Now is that an escape or what? I must start focusing on the future and deciding what's right for me.
Last night I took a major step by meeting with a local basketball coach and volunteering as much time as necessary to help him with his program. I was creative in how I presented the idea. I was able to articulate how I am the only individual in Glen Ellyn who has been part of the two best basketball teams in the high school's history. When I think about it, I smile. I am Blessed. What goes around comes around. The gifts from the heart in 1999 came back in spades in the tournament run of 2007. The Lord's hand played a big part in that coincidence.
Patrick and Lauren continue on their seperate tracks. I am so proud of my daughter picking up a good summer job, especially if she endures the retail hours and demands of dealing with the public. She will grow from the experience. On the other side, I am getting so frustrated with Patrick. Almost 19 years old and he has NO work experience to put on a resume. Half-hearted attempts and no follow-through resulting in no jobs so far. Just wait until school is over, the walking ATM is running out of cash and cars don't run on Gatorade.
Remember, Amazing Grace. I was lost, but now I am found. God Bless. Out, Ricky
May, a wonderful time of the year. Things are deep green, the blossoms are out in full force, and the nights are warm enough to sleep with the windows open. I'm in a minor holding pattern with regards to my running. I am fighting both achilles tendonitis and, hopefully not, a minor hernia. Rest has helped, but I am probably going to scratch my Soldier Field 10 mile race at the end of the month. I must get engaged with some activity soon. I find myself so mentally fatigued that I take both morning and afternoon naps. Now is that an escape or what? I must start focusing on the future and deciding what's right for me.
Last night I took a major step by meeting with a local basketball coach and volunteering as much time as necessary to help him with his program. I was creative in how I presented the idea. I was able to articulate how I am the only individual in Glen Ellyn who has been part of the two best basketball teams in the high school's history. When I think about it, I smile. I am Blessed. What goes around comes around. The gifts from the heart in 1999 came back in spades in the tournament run of 2007. The Lord's hand played a big part in that coincidence.
Patrick and Lauren continue on their seperate tracks. I am so proud of my daughter picking up a good summer job, especially if she endures the retail hours and demands of dealing with the public. She will grow from the experience. On the other side, I am getting so frustrated with Patrick. Almost 19 years old and he has NO work experience to put on a resume. Half-hearted attempts and no follow-through resulting in no jobs so far. Just wait until school is over, the walking ATM is running out of cash and cars don't run on Gatorade.
Remember, Amazing Grace. I was lost, but now I am found. God Bless. Out, Ricky
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