I Guess Some Folks Care...

...'cause that counter just keeps on tickin', so let me offer my apologies for my lame posts.

I'm home schoolin' folks, and freakin' the fuck out.
It SEEMS to be going well. He keeps his nose to tha grindstone, and seems happy doing things this way. He sits at one end of the table, I the other, in relative quiet, unless he has a question. He's really a very bright child ("child" with a BEARD!), requires very little vocal help from me, aside from initial instruction, and is surpassing his former student peers, but my worries go beyond the academic acceleration. I wonder...."What am I doing to him socially?"
Eh...methinks I might be doing the same thing a friend is; I'm second guessing myself. But the truth is this, I made a choice.
There is an old adage that says, "If one way ain't werkin', time to try somethin' else". I'm going to try to be comfortable with that. After all, parenthood is a lot like practicing medicine. Concrete answers are not always available. One looks at the options, treatments, picks the most feasable, and hopes for the best. That might read a bit pithy, but I'm tired, and the right words escape me at the moment.

In other "coonass news": I dove today. Nothing fantabulous, just a lost Evenrude, but it was a pleasant dive.
The weather was fine; bottom temp. was 68 degrees, and the vis was pretty good too...I'd say, at least 75%.
After I found my target, "bagged" that sucker, and sent it WHOOSHIN' to the surface, I assended to the 15 foot, off-gassing level, and hovered (required), but today, I also took the time to enjoy just "being"... weightless, enjoying a different atmosphere ...gazing up, viewing the murky shadow of the sun, watching my bubbles, and reflecting on,how in so many ways, just how lucky I am. Geesh! In some countries, I wouldn't be ALLOWED to do my job. Pithy again, but I think you know where I'm comin' from.

I have a new "baby"!
Ok, so he's not REALLY a "baby", but a Lt. Col., in our mighty Marine Corps, that I'll be both honored, and tickled to spoil, whilst he flies the time-honored Huey, and kicks some azzzzzz, American -style, in the "sand-box".
Meet my new "hero"; call sign, "Pinky". He's tha hawt one, in da middle, wearing tha wings. Clicky on da pitcher, and dey get bigga. *wink*
Don't ask why, "Pinky". I know, but I've sworn not to tell.
I mean, I could, but....well, you know. One does NOT fuck with the UNITED STATES MARINES!
Errrrr ahhhhhhh!!!!