December to remember

The pace was torrid, but the saga was glorious. Jenni graduated from Tech. Ben and Amy got married, and we had children, grandchildren and siblings and such from coast to coast visiting. All this in one weekend, Dec. 12-14.

Dianne and Linda came in Thursday so that they could attend all the honors ceremonies for Jenni on Friday. Laura and Atarah had their own saga of flight cancellations, re-routing and delays, but they made it in Friday night. Driving in separate cars from California were Jake, Ani and Isaiah (car 1) and Dick and Jim (truck 1). Heather, David, Jenna and Riley flew in from the East. All arrived Thursday. Roxanne and Davis flew in Southwest on Friday.

Because Jenni graduated cum laude, we had two honors ceremonies Friday afternoon. The College of Education ceremony at the Allen Theatre was followed immediately by a more personal one in the College of Human Sciences. Jenni and Grandpa Randy both participated in the graduation ceremonies Saturday morning, and then all retired to a reception hosted by Grandma Nancy.

On Sunday, most everyone drove to Fort Worth where Ben, Amy and Emily had already rehearsed the wedding. The gathering time music had an Irish flair, while the reception music afterward was a little country. Some combination of Best Man Jacob Willard Reddick Groomsman James Lynch Reddick, and Usher Kenneth Faulkner prepared the getaway car with appropriate surprises.

The couple (and Emily) returned to Lubbock for a few days prior to a year-end honeymoon.

Photos here by Roxanne Reddick. (For other photos, see the December Page.)

Doing well, really

So, we have been duly reminded that one of the obligations of doing a blog is that you have to keep it up-to-date. Joe Benson (Joe and Sheila, Palm Springs) is now at least the third one who’s asked “how are you doing … haven’t heard.” It started with Milverton Wallace telephoning us from London, for Pete’s sake. His chastisement was strong, but friendly – ”you haven’t written anything.”

We are doing well, actually. December was torrid (separate entry about the family doings), but wonderful. We are still making many small adjustments, the kind that Susan Smith correctly observed were the things you never think about. For example, you loose depth perception, and you also lose some sense of texture with things.

Or with jumbles of things. I have this little tray inside my top dresser drawer. I put my pocket contents in the tray at night. My wallet, keys, pens, coins, knife, coins, handkerchief, etc. There are also odds and ends of similar things that reside in the tray on a temporary (or more permanent) basis. Things like a shoehorn, comb, other pens, scattered coins, stray receipts, nail clippers, etc. 

At any rate, things in that tray get jumbled together, and without a decent perception of depth / relief, it gets more difficult to know what I am looking at. 

Oh well, in time. I just have to remind myself occasionally that I really do have a lot of blessings. I do have sight. I am generally healthy and lucid. And all indications are that at least for now there is no melanoma.

This week I start the next round of follow-up visits. First the ocularist, then back to MD Anderson in Houston the front end of February, and finally a visit with my local ophthalmologist later in the month. Regarding the MD Anderson visit, I am operating under the assumption that no news is good news. We had a lot of tests in November. Those results went to Houston, and I have heard nothing back.

That’s all for now.

God bless.