Mom and Dad came over for a visit today. They live 2 hours a way in Morgan Hill. DAd got up today and decided that he wanted to come over and see me and the construction job. They he set about to make it happen.
They hosted a lunch at hometown. Mike drove them over. We had a nice conversation and had a chance to tour the addition. Mikie took some photos.. so even though I am steadfast about not adding photos to this blog.. linzi has my camera.. ha.. Soon there will be photos of this endeavor in someone's ficka account.
Mike and Bob had flown down to San Diego to see Acacia in her new digs at UCSD. It was a meet and greet with the parents..a chance to breakfast with the management and see their missing kids.
Acacia is doing well and will continue as soon as her bad cold lifts. She has figured out how to get antibiotics in the collegiate setting. She is still working in her 8 am class, calculus for non engineer types. According to her many have come, and many have dropped out.
Bob had a game he was coaching on Saturday and had to be at the practice on Sunday. So he couldn't join the entourage. Dad had some photos to show of his most recent trip to Colorado. The had some time to fish Crystal lake and had a couple of nice strikes. He has been working on some older photos too of the Gardner clan.
This is the week that both high schools, Golden Valley and Merced High square off in football against each other. Merced has been getting ready to "can the cougar" for the last couple of weeks.
I will have a chance to focus on my artic kids this week around the negotiation session on the 24th of October and the dental appointment for cleaning on the 25th at 4 o'clock.
Last week I heard from a former TA in my speech classes. She has been attending Chico Sate and is about to graduate. She has been applying to grad schools for Speech path. She isn't sure which age level she is interested in yet. Its kind of neat that she wants to get into this field. Kelly would caution her that I could sell ice boxes to eskimos. So be careful about the enthusiasm for the field.
I am proud that my sister has followed me into this field. She is a wonderful therapist and the uncreative will soon be able to tap into her strength and understand how to do a few things in a more creative way. It is wonderful that she is getting her Phd to lend some credibilty to her force. Way to go sis!
Have a great week
: )
Pat
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It's true that you could sell snow to eskimos... but really in this case, you didn't actually sell me on speech therapy, you just were enthusiastic about it when you came home to visit the 'rents. What really sold me on the whole thing was my first client, a youngster of about four with general language delay. I used to get so happy after each session with him! That really galvinized my love for speech therapy and helped me go after grad school like a house on fire (thanks to Pat Honey). I do really like having a brother who is also a speech therapist. Although I remember him saying, "teachiing a special day class, after five years, you will have a great special day class teacher, but not a great speech therapist." You are right in some respects with that, but one they laid down the spine of a speech therapist and the neural pathways, you will always be that. Dontcha think? Can you believe it? This is my 23rd year of doing whatever it is that I do and getting paid for it!
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