It's a peaceful Friday evening, luckily. Daughter #1 called late this morning, sounding near death. She got a quick doctor's appointment as I went home to check flight schedules to Gainesville, so I could visit her in the ICU before she slipped into a coma.
The doctor said it was gastritis, something she ate. My local expert, the Master Pediatrician, opines it might have been some sugar free stuff, which has mannitol, and has produced, for him, some of the worst abdominal cramps in his life. Nonetheless, I'm a relieved daddy.
The old R and B song is so dead on accurate: when something is wrong with my baby; something is wrong with me.
We're going out to dinner with daughter #1's roommate's parents. I may have an extra beer or two to celebrate.
Tomorrow at noon my Canes play on TV. I've invited a few local boys over to watch the game, and eat some pizza. Should be a fine Saturday.
Speaking of Gainesville, it's most famous native son Tom Petty wrote a lullaby a few years back, called "We're All Right...For Now." I guess that about sums life up pretty well.
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I still remember you playing Norwegian Wood for me in your Wantaugh bedroom when I was 8. It's still my fvorite Beatles tune. Being a child, I thought when Lennon said "so, I lit a fire" that he'd burned her house down. Of course, I'm older now and know that he probably had built it outside, repsonsibly and with a rock barrier around the pit, because John Lennon would never hurt anyone.
It occurs to me now that I may have married Cathryn, a Norwegian girl, because of that very experience. I also almost burned our house down this week when I left the pool pump on even though the motor had burned out.
If that isn't a REAL love song anda testament to the power of the Beatles, I don't know what is!
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