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When it's not always raining
there'll be days like this
When there's no-one complaining
there'll be days like this
Everything falls into phase
like the flick of a switch
Well my momma told me
there'll be days like this
When you don't need to worry
there'll be days like this
When noone's in a hurry
there'll be days like this
When you don't get betrayed
by that old Judas kiss
Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this
When you don't need an answer
there'll be days like this
When you don't meet a chancer
there'll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle
start to look like they fit
Then I must remember
there'll be days like this
Van Morrison (Days like this)
On the face of it, yesterday was not one of those days, as we took Justin to the Children's hospital for his one month check-up—as I mentioned before, hospital visits are rarely uplifting—but this was the song that the Genius playlist brought up on the iPod attached to the car stereo, and really it wasn't so bad. Thank you, the Man...
The good news is that Justin is staying and growing very well: he's put nearly 500g since the last visit, his heart is fine, his eyes are straight, and his muscle tone is good. (Of course, just that description tells me why I dislike hospitals—he's a baby, not a racehorse: they didn't ask or investigate how happy we think he is, how close to his brothers, how loved? Stethoscopes and blood tests provide little further information about such things).
What was interesting was that we got a full genetic print-out, showing the extra 21st chromosome (trisomy): astonishing that having a spare chromosome—and the smallest one at that—can have such profound effects.
The other good thing about the hospital, or at least unexpected in a Japanese institution, was this musical entertainment: the hospital orchestra came by to cheer up the children at Christmas. (This is the theme tune from Ponyo, virtually a national hymn for the under 8s: the movie very much worth seeing if or even if you don't have children).
In other news, we did have a "Day like this" (you see, semantics students, it's possible to use analytic sentences informatively) on Sunday last. It's turning cold on Rokko, but still mostly sunny, and on a clear day, as beautiful as any place I've ever been. Here are some pictures of all of us out on a Sunday walk around the neighbourhood (Justin is the bundle in the front).
When all the parts of the puzzle
start to look like they fit
Then I must remember
there'll be days like this
(Julian was there, too, but has turned camera-shy again). More to come in the next post, including Sean's art prize, third in the prefecture: who would have thought that someone so artistically challenged, at least in thr visual arts, could have such a talented child (he boasts)...
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| Last Autumn leaves at Julian's nursery |
there'll be days like this
When there's no-one complaining
there'll be days like this
Everything falls into phase
like the flick of a switch
Well my momma told me
there'll be days like this
When you don't need to worry
there'll be days like this
When noone's in a hurry
there'll be days like this
When you don't get betrayed
by that old Judas kiss
Oh my momma told me
there'll be days like this
When you don't need an answer
there'll be days like this
When you don't meet a chancer
there'll be days like this
When all the parts of the puzzle
start to look like they fit
Then I must remember
there'll be days like this
Van Morrison (Days like this)
On the face of it, yesterday was not one of those days, as we took Justin to the Children's hospital for his one month check-up—as I mentioned before, hospital visits are rarely uplifting—but this was the song that the Genius playlist brought up on the iPod attached to the car stereo, and really it wasn't so bad. Thank you, the Man...
What was interesting was that we got a full genetic print-out, showing the extra 21st chromosome (trisomy): astonishing that having a spare chromosome—and the smallest one at that—can have such profound effects.
The other good thing about the hospital, or at least unexpected in a Japanese institution, was this musical entertainment: the hospital orchestra came by to cheer up the children at Christmas. (This is the theme tune from Ponyo, virtually a national hymn for the under 8s: the movie very much worth seeing if or even if you don't have children).
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In other news, we did have a "Day like this" (you see, semantics students, it's possible to use analytic sentences informatively) on Sunday last. It's turning cold on Rokko, but still mostly sunny, and on a clear day, as beautiful as any place I've ever been. Here are some pictures of all of us out on a Sunday walk around the neighbourhood (Justin is the bundle in the front).
When all the parts of the puzzle
start to look like they fit
Then I must remember
there'll be days like this
(Julian was there, too, but has turned camera-shy again). More to come in the next post, including Sean's art prize, third in the prefecture: who would have thought that someone so artistically challenged, at least in thr visual arts, could have such a talented child (he boasts)...
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| Sean's wood-cut |
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