The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!

I have felt like I am Jonathan Winters in The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!, running madly about pleading with the excited mob of citizens, "We gotta get ORGANIZED!"

But, not entirely because I think the Russians are coming, or maybe the North Koreans. While I don't know how current world events will turn out, the rest of my plea is to my brain. There's the constant pull of--hmmm, I'll have that second cup of coffee; oh, start the grits; oops, measure cup is in the dishwasher so unload it; oh, can't see the measure cup markers; glasses are upstairs, go get them; take along the water bottle for 2nd floor; might as well make the bed; oh, need the earbuds on 3rd floor; hmm, here's the checkbook and bill sitting on the desk, better write a check and get into the mail; hmm, postage is in purse on 2nd floor; oh, better forget that and go finish putting the grits on, in the kitchen...well, now you and I can see that work lives really did organize our personalities--or mine--maybe not yours.

So, what to do about that. Having no work life, experiencing long months of disorganizing health matters, a curious, directionless existence seeped in. How to throw that out of reverse into a forward gear? Well, put on the brakes and shift! Talk to others and get a grip.

So, thanks, you all. Directly and indirectly, you are part of my gear shift.

Music and soccer have been taking place. Aidan persevered through the last week of Dali, too. His mom and dad are back on ordinary time this week after their young men guests returned to their homes on Monday. The rewards were a lot of truly, top-notch, wonderful music.

Aidan, tallest, in the back row of the not-yet-organized-for-photo portion of the Dali group.

Aidan in the middle of the final Dali concert.

Aidan's soccer team got in a couple of games in spectacularly wonderful weather this week. They brought no joy to Mudville but still, how "good to be young"...ah, the song. (Ear worm time.)

Aidan third from the right. Wendy and I are the long shadows.

Soccer grandma selfie.

A recent highlight for me was saddling up my pony and going to the Michener Art Museum in Doylestown. (I am a proud member there!) It's a just-my-size museum discernible from how my feet feel when I'm finished browsing through their collections and shows. An interesting one there right now gathers together art that has been hanging in schools throughout this area. I recognized one that had been hanging on the wall of Souderton Area High School where Keoni went and Aidan is about to start his Freshman year.

By Walter Baum.

Here is what this particular show is about...

Marge returned from one of her trips and a thoughtful remembrance or two included these guys that tasted awfully good after a grilling last night...

Nothing like the odor of broiling chilis. Mmm-Mmm. Thanks, Marge.

And she brought along this puzzle. Oy. It's a doozy.

Toby hasn't as yet forgiven me for taking him to the vet. I'm sad about that. I miss my little buddy but maybe someday he'll come round again. In the meantime, Aidan sent me this picture of him with his buddies who don't take him to the vet...