Monday, April 08, 2013
I only wish, with that kind of title, that I could post something exciting about a NASA mission or something. Instead, here we are settled in an 'economy' motel, which translated means cheap, in more ways than one. Oh, well, I am cheap, mostly because I have to be, but in this case, I had booked it before I found out that Danny's insurance will reimburse us for a nicer (but not super luxurious) place.
Yesterday, Danny went back to his bowling league and managed to bowl pretty well for one game. He pooped out in the middle of the second game, but that was OK. It was just wonderful that he wanted to try, and that we could have just a taste of 'normal' again.
After a brief rest at home, he then wanted to go to the Highland Games. So go we did. It brought back so many memories. For nine years his older brother was an Irish dancer, and his dance school always performs at the Highland Games. We watched their performance, and it was heart-wrenching for me. That was because Henry didn't quit dance because he wanted to; he quit simply because neither he nor I had the money to continue paying for the classes three times a week. He made a mature decision that what money he had needed to go towards paying for his college. But it still breaks my heart to think about how painful it was and still is for him.
In spite of quite a lot of walking around in dusty, pollen-y conditions, Danny lasted pretty much until the bitter end. Partly, I think, because many of the vendors were selling cool stuff - like knives, swords, and Sgian Dubh. We didn't actually watch any of the games, where big burly men in kilts heave gigantic logs up in the air, or throw big, heavy objects - although that's kind of fun, too. I was also very proud of myself for resisting buying any of the wonderful food offered for sale there. I did get one small sweet treat, but no shepherd's pie, haggis, mince and tatties, bangers and mash, etc., etc.
Today was the big day for the drive to Houston, where I currently am sitting and typing. I have never liked Houston much. The whole place is nothing but one huge toll road. I dislike toll roads greatly, but what bugs me even more than having to pay to drive on a road that is already funded by my taxes, is that they don't even have booths for you to pay and know how much you are paying. No, they just take pictures of your license plate and send you a bill. That, or you have to buy a stupid pass - which makes no sense for me (or hasn't until now, anyway) because they aren't used where I actually live.
Tomorrow is the long day of appointments and evaluations and form-filling. I have some of the forms in advance. Do they really need to know his head circumference at birth? Am I a bad mother because I don't have a clue? I figure I should get some brownie points just for remembering his birth weight, but the head circumference is a bit much.