thoughts

We’re watching the West Wing series finale tonight. Jed Bartlet, the President, duh, has just finished writing a letter to Matt Santos, the President-Elect. He tosses the envelope on the desk, raps his knuckles on the desk, and leaves the desk, and the Oval Office, for what is evidently the last time. Cut to commercial. Bob turns to me and says, “When I’m President, I’m going to leave a Whoopie Cushion in the chair.” Many emotional, drum filled scenes later, President Santos is standing at his new desk reading the letter Bartlet left him. He smiles, looks around the room…

Are you feeling inexplicably jealous of me today? Wondering why? I think I’ve got the answer: I’m defrosting our ancient stand-up freezer! It’s really really REALLY fun!! Come on over!

While wrangling some of the ubiquitous dust in our construction site kitchen tonight, I had this thought. Since our adorable President says nuke-you-lar instead of nuke-lee-ar, don’t you bet he also says swifter instead of swiffer? As in, “Laura, honey. Toss me the swifter — I got me one of those lines of dust that keeps sneakin under my dustpan here.” I’m just sayin, is all.

Today was a good day. A better day. Dad was in physical therapy almost the entire day. From 9:30 til 3:30 he was working, talking, exercising, biofeedbacking and kicking his endorphins back into gear — all good. He also got visits from all three of his granddaughters — good, good, good. He was saddled with me from 11 til 5 — comme-ci, comme ca. And he was moved into his own private room — good with a capital “I’m Not Worthy.” Most importantly of all, he was in good spirits. I tell ya, there is no amount of money you…