Hump day

I looked up hump day in urban dictionary and they define hump day as the middle of a work week; used in the context of climbing a proverbial hill to get through a tough week. That just about sums it up. Although I technically dont"work" until the end of the week, my work never seems to be truly done. I am tired, very tired. And I am trying to climb that hill. I have made some progress but I have to admit sometimes I want to give up and go back down the hill. I am tried of trying so hard to get my son the help he needs. Last week I took him to a screening at IDA. It was a long day with many detours. We stopped at Central Park so Joe could skateboard and climb the rocks. I, with kindle in hand, thought I could read a few pages but my watchful eyes kept drifting to Joe for fear that someone would snatch him. Last night I got a call about a man trying to lure children into his van with a happy meal - now does that seem right? a happy meal? Like I said, times are changing. But back to my climb. After our trip to Central Park, we visited the Ripley's museum in Times Square. Of course, we had to buy a souvenir and not discover it was broken until we arrive back on Long Island. So yesterday while in NYC (again) in the rain, the pouring rain, I trudge back up to Times Square to return the broken souvenir. My girlfriend laughed at me "all of my son's problems and you're worried about a pen?" But it wasn't about the pen. It was about the climb. The climb I am on with him. I didn't want The day we spent together in NYC to be tarnished by a broken $5 pen. I try so hard to make everything right for Joe. Sometimes I think I try too hard. Am I giving too much to him and not enough to his brother? Well the climb continues today. I see many familiar faces on my climb and encourage them to "keep climbing". Have a great day and p.s. stop for a rest along the climb and enjoy.

Times are changin,

I have noticed a change. And its not for the better - the change in people. A couple of weeks ago I had a biking accident. Pretty good fall but the worst part had to be that not one single car stopped to help me or even ask to help me. Not until I was half way home did another cyclist pull up next to me to comment "wow, that was some fall". I survived thankfully, haven't gotten back on that bike yet but I have started exercising again. The cuts and bruises will heal. But a little more compassion would be nice - all around. Take for instance the woman insistently honking at me during drop off at school. And then to make matters worse, she opens her door to exit her car toward me. What is this world coming to? I wanted a Kindle for mother's day and of course my daughter ordered me a kindle. I in turn ordered a cover for it. The other day there was a box delivered from Amazon and I automatically presumed it was my cover. No, it was another kindle delivered to the wrong address. I found the house and gave it to the proper recepient. The neighbor was in shock at my actions. Really? A little kindness goes a long way. Couldn't we all just try a little tenderness? Maybe lay off the horn. Let that person with the blinker on come over into your lane during a merge. Try a little today and let me know.