Hi everybody. Sorry about the delay. I bought a 1981 convertible Ferrari, 12 cylinder. Did I mention it's canary yellow. I also met a girl named Angel. She's a "Broadway Dancer." I'm a little tired. Actually, I'm just kidding, but not about the tired part because my daughter was here for almost a month. I'm very tired. That's why I haven't blogged in a while. But everything is great. I had a lot of fun with my daughter. She's all grown up it seems. She's only 9 and a half, but she's super smart, fun, great to hang out with. I continue to do therapy. When you have a traumatic brain injury, you really have to be patient. Take everything in steps. I know I mentioned it before, but it's real important to be patient. Right now I just working on sitting up. It sounds simple, but, believe me, it's not easy. I continue to slowly get better. I mean, even my daughter notices the difference. She said, "Wait, Dad, your speech is getting better, and you move your hands more." Little things like that are big encouragement.
You know, doing everyday things are like therapy. I mean, the other week I went to my dad's art gallery opening. We all went to the city in one car. It was interesting. He was talking to ny friend here, saying how artists used to get together and show their work. It was a real simple gathering of young people. It wasn't about money and who you're selling to, etc. It was just about art, for art's sake. The opening my dad had was cool because there were a lot of young people there. Sure, they probably came for the alcohol, but it was cool to see them stand around and talk about the paintings. It was a great night. Tough for me to handle, but, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Right?
Have a great week. Love and miss you guys. Hey, here's my blog where I talk about the past.