Delays, delays, delays.

It’s been several days since I intended to post to the blog but I’ve been wiped out by the radiation therapy I’m undergoing. I’ve now completed eight treatments out of a planned fourteen and let’s just say that nuking my spine is kicking my butt – I wonder if they teach that anatomical relationship in medical school.

Anyway, my last posting related to a poem I wrote for my son Taylor on the eve of his birth. That post prompted a few kind compliments (thank you Kay, Deanna, Karen, & Imelda) and a poem from an anonymous poet. But most remarkable was the realization that this poem I wrote almost two decades ago finally met its muse! For those of you that read the blog but not the comments, please see Taylor’s comment from the prior post. I guess I just took it for granted that he knew that this humble little poem hanging on his bedroom wall all those years was written for him, but then again – when would he have been told? Probably before it would have been meaningful to him. So yet another example of how some of the bigger pieces of life slip through the smallest of cracks.

Since my latest posting we also thoroughly enjoyed a visit from my oldest son Brandon. Brandon took a few days off from his first-year of law school (where he is at the top of his class) to shoot the breeze on just about every subject under the sun. Those that know Brandon will have some inkling of an idea what I’m talking about. Those that don’t will . . . well, just have to wait for the national media to catch up with him.