There is a C word that's worse than the one ending in "unt" (which, by the way, my 4 year old uttered rather loudly at TKD yesterday while reading a list in Alphaphonics: "unt, hunt, punt, bunt. . ." And no, it wasn't on the list; it was a read-o.)
The C word is the one that we never uttered when my dad got sick; the one we all tap-danced around; the elephant in the room, looming there ominously, knowing that we saw it and were afraid to say its name. Or perhaps we were just taking a boat-ride down that long river in Egypt (de Nile), while steadfastly ignoring the fact that Charon was piloting the craft. The C word is a dirty word. No one likes to use it, and certainly not in the context of it affecting anyone they know. If you do say it, you sort of cringe, and look around self-consciously to see if anyone's glaring at you, and then you make yourself small so that hopefully people will ignore you or forget who said it.
Yesterday John went to the doctor to get a suspicious-looking spot on his arm checked out. The doctor didn't like the look of it at all, and cut it off for a biopsy. We'll find out the results on Monday. On the plus side, if the C word is involved, the doctor said that this has the look of the very mildest sort - the least invasive.
Strangely enough, at our house we are irreverent even about things like this. As GuTTer MuNKi lay napping (allergies are BAD this year) we stole in to bag some of Sluggie's b-day presents for tomorrow. Monsieur mUNki awoke and I asked if we could turn on the light, or if he still needed to rest. He didn't want the light and Mollusc exclaimed, "don't turn on the light! He'll get skin cancer!" That's her second good one in a week. (The first involved and ancient woman and her ancient van who were determined to keep us from doing the speed limit.)
This week the kids were invited to Vacation Bible School at the church of friends of ours. They had a GREAT time, despite the fact that every time the big kid in the crocodile suit came in, The Prawn would start crying. The first night when we went to pick them up after TKD, she was looking a bit weepy. I asked her if she had had a good time, and she nodded vigorously through her tears, LOL! Tonight, they got her out of there before Mr. Croc put in his appearance. And then she showed him to me and watched him take off his suit. They all got to make fun crafts, sing songs and play games. I think they're bummed that it's over, and now Sluggie, at least, wants to do the Patch the Pirate club that starts up again next September. We shall see. It's a lovely church full of really REALLY good people, but not the exact flavour of my choice. I don't really fit anywhere, to tell the truth. Not that I've heard of yet, anyway.
GuTTeR mUNki and I had a private lesson at red belt class tonight. No one else showed. :-/ This summer, attendance at adult class has really been down. That said, last night's class was the biggest I've seen all summer- 10 people. I think our biggest ever (that we've been in) was 14, maybe 15. On the plus side, with only 2 of us tonight, we pulled out the crash pad for self-defense and did real throws. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee! **WHUMP**