Hard to Know What to Say

I don’t quite know what to say about Cricket’s visit—he was here for two days, and within a few hours of his arrival, he was miserably sick with a temperature of 103.8. It was disappointing for all of us, and of course worst for poor sick Cricket; Nora kept mentioning that they hope to visit this spring, and for longer. But Cricket’s illness did take the pressure of, in some ways. We are not going to have the perfect visit. The boys are not going to play together in perfect love and understanding. So: let’s enjoy each other as best we can. If that means sitting in a hotel room with a miserable Cricket while he watches Sleeping Beauty, well, that ain’t nothing.


After Nora and Cricket left, of course, we got sick. And then Joey brought a bad cold home from school, and we’re still recovering from that one. And now today is Joey’s birthday; he’s four, and I can’t hardly believe it. That means that Cricket will be six in a few weeks, which is equally unbelievable. I don’t feel as unready for Christmas as I have some years, but there is a lot to do, and I’m still nursing that cold. That is my excuse for a small and unexciting update.