Today, I went back to the old neighborhood area to see my friend Henry play in his school of rock show. He's been playing for a few years, and compared to my work wife son, he's in a band with much older kids who .... are extremely good.
Henry knew his stuff and killed it. The theme was Michael Jackson vs. Prince, so all the songs were by those two artists. There were a couple guitarists that were beyond exceptional like the one on Beat It who played the Eddie Van Halen parts flawlessly.
After the show, I joined the family at Henry's favorite foodrinkery. I was going to come straight home, but.
Henry's grandparents were there, and they didn't want to go out to eat. Henry said "is everyone coming to the pub?" and his grandmother said "noooo,,,, I don't think so."
I heard Henry's heart break. Right there. I had already told S I was going to head home (since I now live a billion miles away) and when I noticed how sad he was, I said "oh yeah I'm gonna come."
He was thrilled that I was coming, because his grandparents never come to things. They'll come to the show, do the bare minimum, and leave. They won't spend the whole day. They always have something to do. Something ... better to do. Better than spend the day celebrating with their grandson.
I know in life people are busy but. Block your day. This is family, this is your grandson.
I drove to the pub with Sara and she unloaded on me how frustrating this is for her, and Henry is starting to notice their absence in his life. I told her I could see it, because when he gets upset his eyes flutter as he's blinking back tears. I know when something is hitting him hard, and because I knew this hurt him, I had to step up and be Auntie.
This isn't the first time I've seen them do this. Grandpa gets a bunch of pictures, posts them to Facebook with "oh I'm so proud of the young man he's becoming" but. It's more than that. You gotta show up.
We had a fantastic time at the pub. I'm glad I went.
I got home and Doug and Geoff had spent the afternoon cleaning up the black walnuts from the yard. It's become a landmine out there of ankle twisting opportunities and Doug's thinking hey - I can maybe ... shell these puppies and do something with them. He's been reading up on them (don't handle them without gloves on, they'll stain your skin!) He was napping, Geoff made dinner and he and I ate. And I took a walk to try and make up for the lack of steps in the day.
When Doug woke up he said he wanted to go to Dairy Queen. He earned it. There are eight entire boxes of black walnuts out there. Jesus.
So I had ice cream. Haven't had ice cream in forever.
It was a busy day. Details below. Enjoy the pic of me and Hen sporting our Boston themed shirts. He had to wear purple for the Prince band, and this is his only purple shirt. Naturally.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. 23 min. walk around the neighborhood. 1.09 miles. fell short of 10k though, 7900+ steps by bedtime and too tired to go out for the last good measure.
blood glucose:
9am: 92
5pm: 156
10:30pm: 158
food & meds:
9am: jardiance+phentermine (last phentermine until the prescription refill shows up)
12:30pm: cheese, salami, cucumber, tomatoes (snack at Henry's gig)
3:30pm: met+glip. 5 buffalo chicken strips, a few french fries
6:30pm: chicken, melted cheese, sour cream (fajita without a wrap
8pm: chocolate/vanilla swirl soft serve ice cream
8:30pm: met+glip
wine
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