Moving On

I guess I'm resigned to basically posting weekly entries. Somehow the week always gets away from me before I can blog a few entries. So here is this week's:

Monday night continued on with Bible Study. We figured out that it'll take us into mid-September. It always makes for a hectic Monday, but it is well worth it.

Wednesday our summer camp went to the Philadelphia Zoo in 90-degree weather, which always makes for an interesting day. The kids were awesome, though, and everyone thoroughly enjoyed their time there. The last time I was there was in October of 2004 and they didn't have some of the exhibits that they now have, so it was a new experience. I even managed to take 68 pictures. Well I took most of them, I did let some of the kids use my camera because they liked how they could see the picture afterwards. I got a lot of animal backsides and just plain sides because the heat was near-oppressive so most of them were laying down. See?

Oh but my Wednesday did not end there. Some genius planned an Open House for the same night, after a long day at the zoo being all hot and sticky. And Wednesday was also the day that I needed to get my TB shot read. So somehow I survived the day and was home at 7pm and asleep by 9pm. D was productive and changed the oil in his car with the contraption that his parents got him for Christmas. It's come in quite handy and has saved us some dollars over the months.

It was so incredibly hot on Thursday that D offered to take me out to dinner. I actually was not, yes you read correctly--was not, in the mood to go out to eat. Probably because of the heat, but D was insistant because he didn't want me cooking and heating up the apartment, so we ate a yummy meal at Friendly's. D's meal even came with a happy ending sundae: Ghirardelli chocolate ice cream with strawberry topping and a cherry on top. He gave me the cherry.

Yesterday I was so glad it was Friday. I got home around 4 and fell asleep around 5 for an hour. I didn't even hear David come in and the door was but six feet from me. I would have slept longer, but we had to pick up our friends' little guy around 6:30 so they could go out. I didn't have much of a chance to play with him because when we got back here, I fed him, talked with him until his bedtime, swaddled him, put him on our bed, and he promptly fell asleep like the good little baby that he is. We weren't expecting his parents to pick him up for a while, but they came around 10pm. Of course D and Ron got playing the Wii, and Sara and I didn't have any problem chatting, so finally around 1am we decided it was a good idea to call it a night.

And now, I smell the blueberry muffins the D so thoughtfully offered to make. What a great start to a weekend. Be right back...

In other news, D completed his first week of Radiology, Rads as it is known in the field, and is really loving it. Which is a relief because it is what he wants to do for the rest of his working life. I guess in this rotation they grade you weekly, so D already got his grade for Neuro Radiology:

• Attendance: HONORS
• Attentiveness: HONORS
• Knowledge: HONORS
• Comments: "Great job!!"

And he also met with his letter-writer (each med student gets a letter from the Dean of the School of Medicine, except that he doesn't write it. This letter isn't generic...the wording of the letter depends on your grades. D's key adjective is "excellent.") You have to hand in a personal statement, a CV, and a transcript to this letter-writer, who is also a doctor and professor at Temple. Anyway, he was really impressed with David and said that he didn't need to talk with him about a backup plan because he knows D will be able to get into a Radiology program. How's that for a compliment?! Obviously no one knows until they've been matched that they're matched in a program, but it's nice to know that we're on the right track at this point. Rads is highly competitive, so there's always some doubt about getting into a program, but I'm incredibly proud of David. If anyone can do it, he can.