April 3, Idabel, Oklahoma (44 miles, fairgrounds.)
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
A circus tribe and a party.
April 2, Hugo.
Last chance to get stuff out of the trailer; Fridman came over and we worked all morning. Then laundry, errands, and Argio's birthday party after the shows.
Everybody was there, invited by the Loyal and Fusco families, a world-spanning circus tribe. The youngest of the Loyals turned two.
Moving.
April 1, Kingston.
We jumped to Hugo one day ahead so I can have more time to move from the trailer into the motor home.
I worked til after midnight, trying to fit into a smaller space ten years of my life, while the kids played with the toys we had left behind. The trailer seemed huge, a palace.
Our friend Marcos came over for dinner with his son and we had leftover pizza and veggies from Nicolas' birthday. A familiar face, and this strange place feels a little bit more like home.
We jumped to Hugo one day ahead so I can have more time to move from the trailer into the motor home.
I worked til after midnight, trying to fit into a smaller space ten years of my life, while the kids played with the toys we had left behind. The trailer seemed huge, a palace.
Our friend Marcos came over for dinner with his son and we had leftover pizza and veggies from Nicolas' birthday. A familiar face, and this strange place feels a little bit more like home.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
School.
March 31, Tishomingo.
Dee Dee's back at the circus this year, she lost seventy-six pounds and she looks awesome. Liam is doing good.
Today she had school at the park so she could have Sam play while she taught. The kids worked under a tree canopy, next to the playground. It was breezy and warm, lovely after the winter weather of the last few days.
I've decided to bring Dylan to school; even though I won't have him study with the other kids in English, for I'm afraid he'll get confused after starting school in France, it will give us a chance to have a set schedule.
Four.
March 31, Tishomingo.
We had a party for Nicolas' birthday today, rushing, as always, to get everything ready.
Mingo turned four in Tishomingo.
We had a party for Nicolas' birthday today, rushing, as always, to get everything ready.
Mingo turned four in Tishomingo.
Anguish.
March 30, Wynnewood.
Dylan had another asthma attack today, or maybe it wasn't but I treated it as such, just in case. Feeling cold then a fever and the heavy breathing, the wheezing, and the nebulizer is in the old trailer but Sara lets me borrow Gigi's, and thank heavens I have all the medicine and instructions I brought from France.
But I'll never get used to this.
The fear is overwhelming, it spins everything in its wake and leaves me bloodless, the world stops and I am just a raging heart of anguish.
Dylan had another asthma attack today, or maybe it wasn't but I treated it as such, just in case. Feeling cold then a fever and the heavy breathing, the wheezing, and the nebulizer is in the old trailer but Sara lets me borrow Gigi's, and thank heavens I have all the medicine and instructions I brought from France.
But I'll never get used to this.
The fear is overwhelming, it spins everything in its wake and leaves me bloodless, the world stops and I am just a raging heart of anguish.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
The incredible story of Brian's burn.
March 26, Frisco.
Our yearly three-day stay in Frisco, and we're back on the other side of the plazza.
Brian could be dead by now.
Three weeks ago he burnt himself practicing with a new fuel. He didn't want to go to the hospital but Tavana found him in the circus kitchen trying to cool his hand with cold water and made him go. He had second degree burns on his hand and face. Once in the hospital he was found to have alarmingly low blood pressure; they sent him off to a bigger facility, in Corpus Christy, where the next day he was outfitted with a pacemaker. His heart was failing, and would most likely have stopped within days.
If he hadn't burnt himself.
At first he thought they had the wrong guy; he was feeling fine, no chest pains, nothing out of the ordinary. His pressure was under twenty. He was released from the hospital the day after being fitted with the pacemaker and was back at work two days later.
When we were in France Nicolas went about the house armed with kitchen utensils saying he was going to cook, like Brian. When we were invited for dinner Dylan would inevitably say that the cooking was delicious, like Brian's.
To think we could have lost him.
If he hadn't burnt himself he may have been dead by the time we arrived at the circus.
Our yearly three-day stay in Frisco, and we're back on the other side of the plazza.
Brian could be dead by now.
Three weeks ago he burnt himself practicing with a new fuel. He didn't want to go to the hospital but Tavana found him in the circus kitchen trying to cool his hand with cold water and made him go. He had second degree burns on his hand and face. Once in the hospital he was found to have alarmingly low blood pressure; they sent him off to a bigger facility, in Corpus Christy, where the next day he was outfitted with a pacemaker. His heart was failing, and would most likely have stopped within days.
If he hadn't burnt himself.
At first he thought they had the wrong guy; he was feeling fine, no chest pains, nothing out of the ordinary. His pressure was under twenty. He was released from the hospital the day after being fitted with the pacemaker and was back at work two days later.
When we were in France Nicolas went about the house armed with kitchen utensils saying he was going to cook, like Brian. When we were invited for dinner Dylan would inevitably say that the cooking was delicious, like Brian's.
To think we could have lost him.
If he hadn't burnt himself he may have been dead by the time we arrived at the circus.
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