Interesting Times

It has been an interesting week, and will continue to be so for different reasons. My son recovered from his cold. His school nurse had sent him home after a day of absence to recover. She said he had symptoms of swine flu. Oh, good grief. Two visits to his doctor confirmed a cold.

So he is back in school - much to his relief - and I am back in business.

This week, besides my usual work, will include a rehearsal for upcoming concerts with a chorus (I'm playing in the orchestra accompanying them), and the first of two performances. Then a second concert - orchestral - this weekend.

My son is becoming more and more autonomous, which gratifies me. My father, more dependent.

I've been having more incidents with him, mostly due to inability to accurately communicate. His hearing as well as verbal communication are compromised, and he gets frustrated with me when I can't read his mind. I think he believes I lie to him and make things up.

Some with my son, too. Yesterday he had an appointment for his annual checkup right after school. In order to not waste time, I reminded him a few times, including as he walked out the door on the way to school yesterday, that I will be picking him up in the spot he designated and then go to the doc. So I got to the school in plenty of time, waited and waited until I was the last parent.

Still, no son. I called my father at home asking if he had forgotten and come home.

"Oh, I don't know."

"Well, I kind of need to know since I'm at the school."

"Anthony, are you home? No, he's not home."

I try his cell phone, it's turned off.

I few minutes later, a call from home. It's my son.

"Hi Mom."

"What are you doing home?"

"?"

"Oh....I forgot. Sorry."

"Wait for me at the end of the driveway and jump in the car when I pull up."

We got there at the time of his appointment. However, I wasted 1/2 hour trying to be efficient.

These are the kinds of aaaaaarrrrrgh moments that occur almost daily.

I just laugh about it, for some day when those in my life have moved on, these memories will be seasoning.