I've had a little bit of back trouble since I was a teenager. It's nothing serious, but every once in a while it'll go out on me. I can usually get it to go back in place, but sometimes it's a little ... stubborn.
Chloe's come up with a new declaration. I guess in her mind, it's more of an explanation. Lately, she's discovered that she lacks certain things. These things are not necessary to health or survival, though.
We were on vacation at the beach last summer and went swimming at the hotel's swimming pool. I don't know about you, but there seems to be something wrong with that. If you're at the beach, why are you swimming in a pool? In spite of the warped logic, that's where we were.
"Nothing in life is free," my mother once told me. To a 7-year-old boy, this didn't make much sense. After all, I had plenty of things that I'd never paid for. Surely there had to be something in life that was totally without cost. So I wracked my brain to come up with it.
When I was 19 years old, I injured my ankle. Badly. I was playing volleyball in someone's backyard without any shoes on (much to the consternation of my mother). I came down wrong, turned my ankle over and heard a loud "pop."
As I write this, Amy and I have been married for 12 years. For more than half of that time, she's been in school getting some degree or another. A few weeks ago, Amy received her educational specialist degree.
Chloe was recently invited to another child's birthday party. We went and bought a gift, wrapped it up and took it to the party venue. The party was being held at an ice skating rink which had a "special" room where the "special" girl could have her "special" time uninterrupted by the "common people," it seemed.
On a recent cloudy day Chloe asked me, "Where's the sun?" I told her it was behind the clouds. "No it's not," she replied. Apparently, Chloe is having a hard time believing something is there if she can't see it.