I'm pretty excited – the local State University called my wife yesterday to ask if she would teach a course this semester. It's the “Psychology of Personal Adjustment.” Though it is short notice, she is going to do it. She works as the director of the county substance abuse services days, and will be having classes twice a week in the evening.
Our “boys” are working on their book's layout. In the past couple of days, we've had a few contacts from county and state groups that want them to present their book this spring. It looks like the book will be at least 350 pages. It's taken about five years of work, outside of college and their jobs. The younger son just applied for a teaching position yesterday; it would be with “at risk” teens in an alternative setting.
Our daughters continue to be scholar/athletes. Their grades in school are proof-positive of human evolution. And they are doing great at winter track and basketball. (Chloe was injured in soccer, and is out of contact sports for a year; hence, winter track. Why, oh why, do teenagers fail to inform their parents and coaches when they are first injured?)
Someone from the local Rotary is coming over tonight. We'll be hosting a girl from France. She is good friends with my daughters.
Things are slow for me right now. I fell yesterday – very hard – and was outside on the ground for an extended period. No one was home to help me, and I couldn't get up. It's been an extremely painful 24 hours. Yet, I am quite happy, as I've had almost a decade to adjust to being physically disabled. This is just a temporary episode. Time moves forward, and in cycles, and I am content to listen to John Lennon sing about watching the wheels go round and round.
Peace & Happy New Year!
H2O Man