I almost didn’t remember it. Probably it’s a good thing since I have been caught up with school starting, sports, dog training with Karma and a failed NIC on my PC which has caused my wireless network to cease working. Thank goodness for Peets Coffee and free wifi. Dante looked up at me last night and said, “Mom, isn’t tomorrow the 31st? Isn’t it Riley’s birthday?” Yes. Yes it is. That kid has a memory like an elephant. Details. He’s a statistician. Ask him the box scores from last night’s A’s game and he will not only tell you what all the plays were in the inning, but he will tell you the number order of how the out was made. I have no idea what the numbers are for each spot but he sure does.
So, that’s a good thing that I didn’t get weepy and depressed this week thinking about Riley’s birthday, right? I can write about him now without mascara running down my face each time his name comes up. Don’t get me wrong–there’s tears in my eyes still–they just haven’t spilled all over my laptop. I guess that’s called healing.