Matt disrupted the peace for 30 minutes last night, long enough to get a tight haircut from me and to love on the enormous, 70 lb, pretty dog (part Anatolian shepherd, mixed with talkative husky and pain-in-the-rump lab).
I didn’t realize Oreo was in this shot, but I caught most of him in the background. Something is going on with Oreo. He doesn’t appear sick and passed his last vet check with flying colors, but he’s down 7 pounds and I know something is up. Oreo has lab work scheduled this fall; hopefully I’m wrong and it all comes back negative.
Mom was in a good mood, awake with her eyes open. She reached out and felt the fabric when I showed her a Mom’s Day gift, new pants in a smaller size since she’s shrinking. Mark brought flowers home. It’s a good day.
The freshman drama class performed skits to showcase their new skills. Claire didn’t tell us about it, but one of her classmates begged me to come when I was subbing earlier in the week. They did a great job. Claire wanted garlic knots afterward, and praised me for “good audience etiquette,” i.e. refraining from taking her picture while they were onstage.
Photos of my dad (John Keepnews who died in Vietnam) and my oldest son (Matt). I shared a long time ago, but I’m always amazed at the similarities.