"Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it." -Helen Keller
3/14/99 The weekend.
The weekend was full of suprises.

It all started with a phone call Friday night:

Me: Hello?
Voice: Which exit do I take? Salem? or Seattle?
Me (confused): Uh...depends on where you are, I guess.
Voice: I'm where the highway splits to either go South towards Salem or North to Seattle. Which way?
Me: Uh...depends on your destination, I guess (brilliant).
Voice: Just tell me which way.
I hand the phone to Monica.
It was my sister in-law, Diane...my brother's wife. She was just in the neighborhood and dropped by. Just in the neighborhood?!? she lives 200 miles away! She said she just had to escape for a day... kind of a little "Mental Holiday" to recharge her batteries.
I can relate to that!

Diane spent the night and a large part of Saturday with us. It was pretty nice, Monica had somebody to talk to, but without the fiasco that comes whith having an entire family of six spend the night.

Sunday was a warm and sunny day, the fist one in a very long time. I celebrated the return of the sun by playing basketball with Calvin and the neighborhood kids. Calvin is a pretty good basketball player for a six year-old. He beat me in the free-throw competition by getting eleven straight free-throws! (Can you say athletic scholarship!) Then it happened, I threw out my back. I just bent over to pick up a basketball, then "Pop", I couldn't stand up straight, and walking was sheer agony! Time for the heating pad.

After nearly three months, Holly called to inquire about her kids. It turns out that her ex-con boyfriend is back in jail, so I guess the time was right to make contact. When she came over to visit, Cameron didn't even get off of the couch to go see her, so Holly just ignored him for the hour and a half visit. At one point she told her kids, "I'm gonna get a job, so I can get a car and an apartment...and you kids can spend the weekends with me!"

Three cheers for the mother of the year.

in severe back pain.

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