Random Thoughts on a beautiful spring day
I watched a video of Whitney Houston singing a medley of Porgy, I loves you/And I am telling you/I have nothing.
I remember seeing a little bit of it many years ago and not watching the whole thing. Years later I see it through different eyes. One youtube comment summed it up for me.
"We were supposed to grow old together."
We didn't know what we had when we had it. What a spectacular talent. The years rolled on and drugs and addictions took her home. There is something about seeing her here, young, beautiful, with her talent probably at its height. The years have taken their toll on me too. I cannot watch this video without weeping. Life has so many twists and turns.
The doctor's office is waiting to hear from my stupid insurance about testosterone shots for Harrey. It's not a cure-all, but he needs them for his bones and for his body. I never thought I would have to worry about this, because I could never dreamed of such a thing as Klinefelter's Syndrome.
My faith tells me that God has a plan and that I don't have to "feel it" to believe it. Good thing.
Ronn is gearing up for the big ACT tests. He did not keep up with his grades like he should have. I warned him but he did not listen. Now he sees that he should have been more diligent but it's too late. I told him that now that he knows, he moves forward.
He wants to make sure that his school has a good drama program, which surprised me. He plans to major in audio/recording engineering. I don't know that he will find a job doing that. I told him to also look for a career in something that he doesn't hate. This will probably be accounting or computer science.
One never knows.
Hermionie will be part of a flute quartet that will be playing on the local radio station; local means Chicago.
It doesn't faze her; she knows the work that will have to go into this broadcast.
Practice practice practice.
This weekend the older two will not be attending the Saturday music school so that they can participate in IHSA Band and Choir competition. I am very thankful that it is local this year and will not require a lot of driving.
Harrey did not wish to go camping with Scouts this weekend because he wanted to play Minecraft. I told him that if he didn't go camping, he would not be spending it playing Minecraft.
He asked me if he got sick, if he could stay home. I told him if he were too sick to go camping, he was too sick to play Minecraft.
He then pointed out that his sister was on the computer all the time on Pinterest. I pointed out that she was not on Pinterest the whole time, but that she was doing homework.
He said that I loved her better than I loved him. I told him I loved the older two more than him and started laughing.
He told me I was mean. I told him it wouldn't work and I would pick him up right after school so he could pack.
When he got out of the car, I rolled down the window. He turned around, walked to the car and told him to roll up the window. So I did. As soon as he walked away, I rolled it back down. He came back laughing and I waved and left.