Yesterday we drove down to Dallas to visit Dealey Plaza, the site where President Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. It was an interesting place to visit, even though I don’t have the emotional memories that most of our parents have. The thing that struck me, is the plaza hasn’t really changed in the last 34 years. As you stand on the side of the street, it’s easy to picture the grainy video of Kennedy’s processional driving past.
Lots of people come to visit year round.

The Texas School Book Depository, where Lee Harvey Oswald was positioned in the second window from the top.

Two women look over the fence onto the grassy knoll. This is the where the second shooter(s) might have been.

A view through one of the missing fence boards.

Tonight two college-age girls knocked at the door. They explained that they were decorators working in the area and were selling large pieces of art. I was about to tell them we weren’t interested when they asked if “my mom might be interested.”

Umm yeah. I’m old. And my mom doesn’t live here. But my wife does. Of course she’d probably love to look at your paintings, but then she’d probably end up getting attached to one of them and then we’d have to buy it.

I smirked and told the girls we weren’t interested.

It’s been 7 days since my surgery, and I’m slowly starting to feel better. The first day I was still a little bit out of it from the anesthesia. Days 2 – 5 were painful, especially since I was taking regular tylenol in lieu of the makes-me-super-dizzy-narcotics that were prescribed. On day 6 the pain dropped off considerably which is great except now I really notice how swollen my throat is. In particular I’m finding that when your punchy bag thingy (aka: uvula) is really swollen and rests on your tongue it feels very awkward. Hopefully over the next few days the swelling goes down. Perhaps then I’ll even feel like going back to work 😉
While I’ve been healing up Avery has had an exciting week. He’s been spending some time slithering around on our hardwood floors. We put a toy about 2 – 3 feet in front of him and he uses his hands to drag himself towards it. Sometimes instead of heading towards his toy he goes after Commodus. Then a day or so ago we started feeding him a little bit of rice cereal which was exciting (and messy)!
Feel better soon Daddy!

Getting ready to slither.

I see a puppy dog.

Let’s play!