Enough is Enough! / ¡Suficiente es Suficiente!

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NO, I’M NOT talking about politics (enough is more than enough)! I’m simply quoting The Kid Brother. Per his instructions I phoned again Wednesday night (see yesterday’s post), “same time,” and once his roommate Chris (his secretary) got him to the phone SG and I sang a rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday.” In exquisite harmony.

The entire time we sang, we could hear The Kid Brother ranting on the other end. We ignored his rants and simply increased our volume. In the momentary silence that followed our finish (in perfect unison), I on the down-note and SG on the up, The Kid Brother yelled, “Enough is enough!”

I said, “We practiced all day!”

The Kid said, “Well, it was not good!”

SG said, “Happy birthday, Chuck.” Of course, The Kid said nothing, so I followed with a school-marmish “Thank you, Jerry,” which actually got a laugh from The Kid.

SG left the room and I attempted to have a conversation. One conversation a week with The Kid Brother can be challenging. Two in two days is an impossibility.

“So,” I asked, “did you like our song, Chuck?”

“You need practice!”

“OK, we’ll practice on you every week!”

“Forget it. I heard enough!”

“So, how was work today?”


“How’s the weather?”


“Did you have something good for dinner?”


“Are you going back out this afternoon?”


“Anything good on TV?”

“I don’t know.”

“OK. I guess I’ll let you go then. Have a great time bowling Saturday and I’ll talk to you Tuesday.”


I’m no little ray of sunshine. I live with clinical depression and many days are a battle. But I fight it as much as I can. I try to maintain a positive attitude. I try to smile. The Kid Brother is no little ray of sunshine either. I’m quite often his own personal sunshine committee. It can be exhausting. Some days, my brain hurts. Besides, I think I’m a pretty good singer!


NO, NO ESTOY hablando de política (¡suficiente es más que suficiente!) Simplemente estoy citando a El Hermanito. Según sus instrucciones, llamé de nuevo el miércoles por la noche (ver la entrada de ayer) “a la misma hora”, y una vez que su compañero de habitación Chris (su secretario) lo llevó al teléfono SG y yo contamos una interpretación entusiasta de “Feliz cumpleaños” en exquisita armonía.

Todo el tiempo que cantamos, pudimos escuchar a El Hermanito despotricando al otro lado. Ignoramos sus comentarios y simplemente aumentamos nuestro volumen. En el silencio momentáneo que siguió a nuestro final al unísono perfecto, yo en la nota baja y SG en la parte superior, El Hermanito gritó: “¡Suficiente es suficiente!”.

Dije: “¡Practicamos todo el día!”

Me dijo: “¡No fue bueno!”

SG dijo: “Feliz cumpleaños, Chuck”. Por supuesto, Chuck no dijo nada, así que seguí con una marmota escolar “Gracias, Jerry”, lo que provocó una carcajada de El Hermanito.

SG salió de mi oficina e intenté tener una conversación. Una conversación cada semana con El Hermanito puede ser un desafío. Dos en dos días es imposible.

“Entonces, ¿te gustó nuestra canción, Chuck?”

“¡Necesitáis práctica!”

“OK, ¡practicaremos contigo todas las semanas!”

“Olvídalo. ¡Escuché suficiente!”

“¿Entonces, Cómo estuvo el trabajo hoy?”


“¿Cómo está el clima?”


“¿Tuviste algo bueno para cenar?”


“¿Vas a volver esta tarde?”


“¿Algo bueno en la televisión?”

“No lo sé.”

“OK. Supongo que te dejaré ir entonces. Diviértete jugando bolos el sábado y hablaré contigo el martes”.

“OK.” [Click]

No soy un rayito de sol. Vivo con depresión clínica y muchos días son una batalla. Pero lucho cuando puedo. Intento mantener una actitud positiva. Intento sonreir. El Hermanito tampoco es un rayito de sol. A menudo soy su propio comité personal de sol. Algunos días me duele el cerebro! ¡Además, creo que soy un cantante bastante bueno!


The Inmates Are Running The Asylum

One day, our niece-in-law Emily emailed her daughter Alice’s teacher to let her know that Alice’s grandparents, Linda (San Geraldo’s sister) and Tom, would be picking her up from kindergarten the next afternoon.

Unnoticed by Emily as she typed, auto-correct changed “in-laws” to “inmates.” (Or at least that’s how Emily explained it to the teacher… and to Linda and Tom.)

Alice’s teacher believed Emily and didn’t call Social Services.

Linda was a second-grade teacher for more than 30 years. She loved her work and was exceptional at it. In addition to their granddaughter Alice (5), Linda and Tom have two other grandchildren, Eloise (8) and Bennett (11). They are the best grandparents, but Linda especially has the admiration of Tom and the rest of us. With her three grandchildren, she has unending love, patience, energy, and authority. If Grandma tells them once, they do it. (Alice is still training Grandpa.)


Linda and Tom drive into Sioux Falls quite often to take care of the kids when Ryan and Emily have to travel or need some help.


Important Note:
No matter how exceptional Linda is, she is also, as I mentioned earlier, San Geraldo’s sister.

The same week as the “inmates” email, Emily told Linda that she was having some window treatments fixed in the house. She asked if Linda could be there once it was scheduled. Linda said of course she could.

The next day, Emily asked Linda if she was available to be at the house that afternoon when the blind man came.

Perplexed, Linda asked, “Why is a blind man coming to the house and what do you want me to do with him?”


As Linda told us, “I guess it runs in the family.”

I am always aware that, in addition to the joy of having San Geraldo in my life, I have the added joy of Linda, Tom, and their loving family. Oh, and of course there’s their entertainment value.

Barry Manilow has a song called “Linda.”

Linda loves Barry Manilow.

But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it (even though Barry Manilow touched my shoulder in a restaurant in Palm Springs in 2001, and we had a run-in at Kennedy Airport in 1974.

(Click here for the run-in  — it’s a funny story — while you listen to “Jailhouse Rock” instead; Linda and Tom were two of the back-up dancers.)