This blog is obviously about me and from my viewpoint. It is after all, Jon of All Trades.
That said my life has always been hugely influenced by my little nuclear family.
Before Skye came around, Cindy and I worked together more often than not over the course of those six years. When Skye entered our lives, I put my "career" on the back burner to a certain extent. Cindy had the deeper resume, a better reputation and actually enjoys working in the film business. I oftentimes can barely endure it.
When we decided to home-school and I took the role of primary educator/administrator, my main trade became that of teacher/chauffeur/event coordinator.
Thus the lion's share of my life and activities is informed and/or sparked by Skye and Cindy.
I've been dragging Skye onto the dance floor since she could just barely able to walk, so I wasn't too surprised that she took to swing dancing the way she did, even though that isn't my dance of choice. I tend to go for the Latin steps.
She started taking classes with a bunch of other home-school kids at Swing Strong down in Decatur at Down South Swing.
Give and Take
The other day they performed at Medlock Gardens assisted living facility.
It was a wonderful experience for Skye.
She got to dance in front of a captive audience, take that as you will.
When it came time to intermingle, one of her strongest attributes, compassion came into the fore. She was remarkably comfortable and at ease.
She often puts other people first, sometimes to a fault, but that is the not so objective opinion of a father.
Then it was time to dance.....
Chasing the Moon
Last Sunday morning started off just like any other Sunday morning, at least for us and our topsy-turvy world.
I had dragged Skye out of bed just a bit before 5, so we could try to get some good pictures of the Super-moon that would be setting at around 6:30 a.m.
We set up on a bridge that has incredible views of downtown Atlanta but in no time at all the moon slipped behind an apartment building, so we raced off to Piedmont Park.
There we scrambled up and down the hills trying to capture the perfect picture.
We never did.
It wasn't because there weren't great shots to be had, we just didn't have any idea how to operate our fancy new camera.
We ended up with a lot of blurry pics of a big bright orb and what sort of looks like a city skyline.
Skye started complaining that her stomach hurt because she was so hungry. I simply took it as the complaints of a teenager who is not a morning person. When we got home and she blew off getting something to eat because she was too tired and went back to bed, my theory was confirmed.
Or so I thought.
Hours later when she finally emerged from her room, her stomach still ached. She's generally not one to complain, especially when compared to the typical teenager, so when her tummy ache continued into the next day, I was more than a little concerned.
What would usually be considered a strength, her stoic nature, would be her undoing.
After what had now been around 30 hours since she mentioned any sort of discomfort and when the tummy ache moved down and over to her right side, I decided that her symptoms sounded like appendicitis and rushed her to the hospital.
The first doctor agreed and shortly after we arrived at the emergency room, she was being carted away on a gurney and in an ambulance to the nearest children's hospital.
Laughter...Not Always the Best Medicine
She managed to get pretty much every one of the hospital workers to laugh at some point.
I was amazed at her composure.
And proud of her bravery.
The doctor at the children's hospital was convinced that it wasn't her appendix because kids with appendicitis are typically not in as good of spirits as Skye ,even though she was telling him that on a scale of 1-10 her pain was at a 6. That might not seem like much, but for Skye to even admit to an outsider she was in any sort of discomfort, I knew was of great significance.
Not only did it turn out to be her appendix, but it had ruptured which would mean a much longer hospital stay.
As to the above sub-title, laughing caused her more pain than almost anything else, so even when she was making others laugh, for her to join in, well .....
Bad Timing ?
I know there is no good time to have your appendix bust, and maybe in retrospect it was actually good timing. But when it was happening it certainly didn't feel that way.
Cindy was already working 14 plus hour days, and they hadn't even started shooting. And we were supposed to start an already ambitious road trip in just a couple days.
So we would cancel the road trip and at least Cindy was in town and not shooting, so maybe it really was good timing.
Skye had her appendix remove in the wee hours of Monday night or perhaps Tuesday morning.
We would stay in the hospital all week.
Her IV stand would be her constant companion, accompanying her to the bathroom and on trips to the cafeteria and lobby and even through the outside gardens and koi pond.
On Friday, when she was released from the hospital she asked if there was still time to make it to the Olde-Time Strongman Picnic.
She knew that I really wanted to go.
It was a 10 1/2 hour drive and the event started the next day at around 11 a.m.
Yes there was time to make it.
We checked out of the hospital at 3 that afternoon.
We were at the picnic the following morning and managed to get to the highpoint in Ohio along the way, but that's for another post.
And she'll be in her Swing class on Monday morning.