Today we had quite a crowd of folks from Parents Association for the UNIS Queens campus.  Thanks for a terrific lunch and an even better visit.  I was put to shame with being able to translate for David.  A few of the parents picked up immediately on what David was trying to say, while I was fumbling!  Thanks for the visit, and the beautiful quilt!!

He is doing well, and trying to be more verbal (certainly more than when I left on Thursday) and as long as he keeps trying and doesn’t get discouraged by failed attempts to say something.  I got his new sling for his arm over the weekend, and it works much better than the one that the Jewish Home had supplied.  It keeps his arm in a more natural position when he stands up, and is more comfortable, and has the added benefit of keeping his shoulder in place.  It is even better than the one that he had at HJD because it is elastic and gives him the opportunity to try to use the arm when he is able to.

I just finished watching the debate, and all I have to say is GO OBAMA!!  Sorry to any of my Republican readers.

I am going to finish tonight with a little bit of humor, and as we all know, sometimes in humor there is a lot of truth.  My friend, Anthony, sent me a link to this youtube video, and you can never get enough of the King Family Singers, right? It suddenly dawned on my that this song really rings true to both my experience and David’s experience and confusion that we experience.  Just so you get some insight, among my HS friends, I was Anne, Anthony was Jennifer and Jeffrey was Nealy.

Gotta love those King Sisters!
Here are the lyrics if you want to sing along:
Theme from The Valley of the Dolls
Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off from this ride
Gotta get hold, gonna get
Need to get hold of my pride

When did I get, where did I
How was I caught in this game
When will I know, where will I
How will I think of my name

When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What’s in back of the sky, why do we cry

Gotta get off, gonna get
Out of this merry-go-round
Gotta get off, gonna get
Need to get on where I’m bound

When did I get, where did I
Why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know, where will I
How will I learn who I am

Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
Tell me, when will I know, how will I know
When will I know why?