Recently in Photographs Category
Making his rounds all over town putting out old flames! Dad, I am so proud of you. Missouri is a safer place.
Mandatory gravy is a thing of the past here. I like to think that my fearless patient advocacy played a small role in this.
I worked my first real shift last night in the ED. It wasn't too busy, no trauma. The highlights were draining a large abcess and a soldier who (seriously) wanted me to write him a profile stating he should not eat gravy. He had apparently gotten into a heated discussion with the contractors who serve our morning chow and had been escorted out of the area by MPs. For some reason the contractors have adopted a no gravy, no food policy. He's not allergic and has no dietary restrictions, he just doesn't like it. I told him to go for the cold cereal option on mornings that they serve gravy. He insisted that that wouldn't work because he eats "five to six times" what a normal person eats and he could never get full that way. I didn't write a profile for him but I did tell him I'd raise the issue with command, and would he mind talking to our psychiatrist for a bit. He thought that would be swell as there are several other things that have been bugging him. You think?
The famous Chef Paul Prudhomme stopped by and fed us all an authentic Cajun meal last night, complete with Zydeco music. It was good, I gear-un-tee! (That was for my Dad). I also got his autograph. A few more pictures from this adventure follow. More later.
We spent Memorial Day on the trail to Green Lake. As our time is short in Washington we are anxious to get outdoors as much as the weather will cooperate. Mindful of the holiday, we had had the kids watch a documentary on the Battle of the Bulge the night before and Zachary--a very imaginative child, spent much of his time far away in the woods around Bastogne, lobbing grenades at German machine gun positions and (repeatedly) dying in a very heroic manner. His late Uncle Raymond, a veteran of that battle, would no doubt have been pleased to see the energetic, if not always historically accurate reinactment by his great great great nephew. More pictures below.
Chase turned six last week. He had wanted to go skiing for his birthday, but since all of the Washington resorts are closed for want of snow--he settled for a "Lord of the Rings" party. Thanks Grandma for the Monopoly game!
Friends & Family,
Rachel mentioned to me recently that she is approaching a landmark: the longest period of time she has not been pregnant since we were married. So goes the transition to midlife for both of us. We have no clue what (or rather, where) the coming year holds for us, but one thing is certain—this will be our last Christmas in Washington. Eventually the Army will get around to telling us where we’ll be next year, and we’ll let you know as soon as we find out. We’re looking forward to the adventure.
A couple of weeks ago the boys and I set out on our first true backpack-in campout. We got off to a late afternoon start and ended up walking for the last hour in the dark. Chase was not shy about letting us all know he did not like walking in the woods at night one little bit.