a great excuse

i broke my wrist yesterday,on my way to  Hillcrest to take Matt to Fracture Clinic at  his hospital to change his cast. i ended up at Mt. Sinai and my dtr-in-law took Matt. John came and spent the day with me. Had to have the bones manipulated/aligned.got home at 9 p.m.

J&L are  going to the Bahamas for a week (famiiy wedding,her side); Meg and her Matt left for Jamaica yesterday for a week. Kate is flying up from Boston to help me (and Matt) for a week..  She offered before John could ask. Bless my family.

You don’t need to know all this but that’s my blog of the day.

What next?

there goes another one

The days do whip by. I’m still coping with the paperwork engendered by a workplace injury, plus doing Matt’s laundry, plus visiting. Haven’t given a thought to my work for two weeks. I remember Alice Walker once said it was possible to keep writing with just one child but - “two or more and you’re a dead duck.” Yes, well what about Danielle Steele; she had nine children last count.

From the moment he was born, Matt was always the equivalent of three or four children in terms of time, attention, work - and worry. I wrote his biography (The Book of Matthew) at about the same time that my friend and cohort, John Hirsch, received his Order of Canada. I sent John congratulations along with a copy of my book, saying that this was my Order of Canada. It took me years to get mine.

I don’t begrudge it, or Matt, don’t question it. It’s part of my job, the one I took on when I became a mother. I’m not selfless. Once in a while, though, I feel sorry for myself. No right. Matt has more to be sorry about.

So you see, another blog another bleat.

Tomorrow is another day.