La vida pasa
I have a friend who always answers, "La vida pasa" when I ask, "Que pasa?" Indeed, life does pass.
In the many months (months? oops!) since I last posted, much has happened. I've been substitute teaching (a VERY interesting line of work which has helped me both as a teacher and a life-long learner), living, and recovering from back surgery. The pain in my back (and neck, shoulders, arms, legs, etc.) finally got to be too much and an MRI revealed that I had some pretty serious issues that required surgery to correct them. I'm now in the midst of recovering, a slow, but hopeful, process. Every once in a while I find myself thinking about the fact I have a small rod and two screws in my back. (Neither screw is loose either, thank you very much.) Or I wonder about the person who donated the cadaver bone that now resides in my C-6 and C-7 section of my spine. Life is a strange event at times.
My little guy continues to be a source of extreme joy in my life. His latest "trick" is to wipe off each and every kiss I plant on his cheek or forehead. Goof. Then he grins and giggles at me. Silly man. So I've started to press my hand on the spot where I planted the kiss and tell him that I am making it stick before he can wipe it away. That just makes him giggle even more.
La vida pasa.
... and I continue to be blessed.