Thursday, May 16, 2002

Ralph Waldo Emerson. "Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense." 8:20:06 PM    says you

Katie is going into surgery this morning and I couldn’t sleep. This is my first born going through something tough without me and I’m having trouble dealing with it. I’ve talked with her several times but it’s just not the same as being there. Aside from the fact that she spent the first few months of her life in the hospital she has been a very healthy child. It’s not so much the minor surgery it’s the fact that I can’t be near while she’s in pain. I know that Liza will not leave her side and Mom and Dad are corralling the young ones but that doesn’t make this any easier. I owe this child a lot and missing this weekend is another mark on her side of the big tally sheet. At her age there is no way to make her understand that part of the reason that I can’t be by her side is for her indirect benefit. I guess that is something that the psychiatrist in her future will have to deal with. Maybe if I work hard enough she will become a famous [fill in the tortured childhood creative genus blank]. 8:18:15 PM    says you