Sonja has gone to take care of her mother in Arkansas. She took a leave of absence from job here; she is working part time, two days a week, there. She is also enjoying spending time with our niece and nephew, Kayla and Justin. Sonja and I are separated by circumstances, not separate in our affection for each other.
I keep thinking of the Ray Charles song–it has nothing to do with our family; this is not our story–but still the words come back:
Tell your mama, Tell your pa,
Gonna send you back to Arkansas,
Hey, Hey, tell me what I say . . .
I am going to see her, and my mother-in-law and other relatives, this weekend. I have a day off Monday. Tuesday I have only one class and I will conduct it online this week.
I haven’t posted in a while because I have been otherwise occupied.
I have been listening to the debate about health care–well, I would like to call it a debate; a conversation would be better–but really it has been mostly name calling and finger pointing. But that’s a different story. The issues that should be being discussed are not just abstract issues for us. We are confronted with them every day. We are making real-life health care decisions based on medical, economic, and family realities.