My folks did stop on their way home from Missouri. They looked great! Rested and enjoying each other's company. Dad had a good laugh about our construction technique in the garden shed but he wasn't critical, just humored. Mom told us of their adventure in medicine in Missouri and they both told stories of their vacation. It was good to see them relaxed.
They thought that Dennis looked better than expected and as it was time for him to eat we chatted while I cooked his lunch. They had eaten a late breakfast so they stayed just a short time and headed for home.
I'm having real doubts about Grad School. Things are going well when I'm at home and seem to become disasters when I'm away. This is not pride or arrogance on my part, I don't get any kind of fulfillment from this situation. It is just the opposite. I wished the household could operate successfully without my presence. It seems that a house with adults should be able to care for themselves and each other. Granted we are 2 full time students and a disabled person, but it just seems that it should work. I don't know if I'm being told to quit (which if it's God telling me to quit...I'd be a complete fool to ignore that) however if this is just a trial that "too shall pass" I'd be a fool to give up prematurely. I love being at home and I equally love being a student and engaged on campus. It is quite the dilemna. I need to get Dennis engaged in something. (more rehashing from yesterday...but that's the way I operate....think about it and think about it and talk about it and talk about it until I'm sick about it and then I'll figure out a way around or through it!) Is this actually a very long painful way to be creative?????? Friday night is my normal veg out night. We tried to Skype with Texas Londt's and couldn't make the audio work. Veg out we did, figuratively and nutritionally. I hope I can keep Den's glucose reading as good as they've been. It's obvious that he is not good at managing his own diet....unfortunately, a quick glance at my waistline reveals that I'm not good at managing my own either, I'm just fortunate enough (or genetically geared) toward a healthier existence.
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