The Worm

“I was overconfident,” I explained to my nephew, 8, the reason I accidentally crashed cars playing “Car Chaos” on my Kindle. The game involves tapping cars to speed through a 4-way intersection to avoid colliding, hence the name of the game.

Yeah, overconfident,” he readily agreed with me during our competition, “so overconfident you looked at me while you were playing!

Boom! One day not very long ago, a year or two perhaps, the youngster opened his mouth & told of what he knew, & we in the family were all taken aback at his vast repertoire of knowledge.

Continuing on to today, the way my 8-year-old nephew’s brain can make connections comparing 1 thing to something wholly different, is astounding. He’s figured out things in school that defy expectations & absorbs learning like a sponge to water. No doubt, upon squeezing, the boy probably oozes instead of tiny droplets of water, little nuggets of knowledge.

Today was scaled down from the school stuff he knows to activity he does.

I asked him what sports he does now, thinking maybe he did basketball, baseball or karate.

Swimming,” he replied, which reminded me that he took swimming lessons Monday evenings along with his two-years-younger sister. He then described to his listening aunt that the butterfly stroke is the current task at hand:

Do you know what the dance the worm is?

I love the way his ever-expanding mind works.

It’s like doing the worm on water.

Doing “The Worm” on land

The End

By Aunt Amy



Sunglasses Swap

 Ah, the sun. The sun! Welcome back warmth, we missed you.

Never was there a nicer March spring day than this afternoon to:

♠ Eat 2 scoops of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream swimming in a pool of hot fudge – yes, it was as good as it sounds – while my fabulous friend dined on delicious ice cream of the chocolate variety in a cone


♠ Casually converse about everything from cutting her (beautiful) curly head of hair to the proper way to swim breaststroke to getting together soon to watch the DVD “Julie & Julia” about famous beloved chef Julia Child.

Let the fun, no:

Let the SUN begin!!!!

Eye Got This . . . well, actually not the eye part

Are you thankful for your body’s different abilities? I am.

Step 1. As evidenced in these photos during a tear production test at my annual cornea specialist check-up today, my dry eyes fail miserably, like every year since I’ve suffered with chronically dry eyes, to create a single tear to push the things from each eye. To make things worse, I had to endure a highly dreaded eye exam where I have to read what I can see from different charts; like I’ve said in the past, this is a nightmare for me that I truly hate because my dry eyes become foggy and never stop moving long enough for me to call out what my negatively affected vision manages to spot. 

Step 2. After a quick early 6:30am breakfast, a 9:45am Trader Joe’s meat stick snack is in order, since food is necessary to prevent an eruption of stressful gut issues.

Step 3. My orthotics left wrist cast needed due to my wrist injured from Avascular Necrosis resulting from effects of damaging cancer drugs, lasts approximately 6-8 months until a new cast is required.

Step 4. LEAVE because you’re done with your appointments, by exactly 12 minutes after 10 o’clock in the morning, but who’s counting?

Step 5. Be thankful for:

– despite dry eyes with cataracts, 2 functioning eyes allowing me to see & read in everyday life.

– although permanently swollen & injured causing recurring pain & weakness, a left wrist that still bends for me & works adequately enough for what I need.

– a magnificent Mom who sacrifices her time & energy to take me to my appointments.