Postscript

 Had a very interesting session with Fetter today, ending up discussing Lyndon Johnson and Rose Kennedy. I was sure to open up and tell him about that time in 2017 when I was outside on mom’s patio in my red Scotch plaid L.L. Bean robe, smoking a cigarette and drinking Starbucks coffee, and a big black helicopter swooped down right over me (true story!)—I looked up in glee, wasn’t scared at all, I thought it was an Army General come to visit me for awhile…

After our talk, I went for a scenic drive down through OSU’s campus, making sure to do a hat tip to the law school which rejected my application, despite Dad’s loyalty to the school for decades. Sure, I’ve taken note of classmates who made it into OSU Law, and I wonder wistfully how they are doing now. Me, I’m just a disabled weirdo trolling the alleys and humming rock songs to myself and the hounds. My bright light though is my husband and family, dear, sweet Michael he cleaned up most of the outside today, including both porches and most of the patio. He did all this with his injured left hand, an injury that won’t heal (unless he gets another surgery).

But let’s not dwell on the negatives, tonight my beloved Blue Jackets are off to an amazing start against Anaheim! Goals by Olivier, Roslovic and Blankenburg so far, with hits and a fight and it’s only first intermission! But let’s not jinx the game, Anaheim just scored, so I’ll bid you adieu for tonight. Sleep tight!