The joys of being Irish

In high spirits with Glyn

Ron- 57th Birthday

Spontaneous dance with me!

Entertaining the patrons at Saison with his Irish talk and jig

No less than three sets of headphones! Happy as a clam!

For those of you who don't know us, Ron, remarkably, qualified to become Irish through my mum. This has always been a source of much amusement to him. Lately he's taken to gabbering away in "Irish" and, much to everyone's delight, sometimes breaks into a spontaneous jig. With it being his birthday yesterday ( though of course he has no understanding of the concept) he was aware it was a celebratory time- so entertained us in this way. It was particularly hilarious when Matty phoned to wish his dad well, and Ron kept alternating between talking Irish (which is totally non-sensical) and then hearing Josh Groban singing, so breaking into song while on the phone. I was not the only one crying with laughter! Poor Matt on the other end of the line was totally confounded!

It is such a joy to have these happy moments- the dark shadow of depression is still very evident, hopefully the new meds will kick in sometime soon. I still wait for the phone call regarding placement - so torn about that and try to put it from my mind. So many times during this journey I have wanted to push a pause button and keep things as they are.