How can I miss you when you won't go away?
Jeanette is staying over her friend's house for a lot of the summer so far. It's nice, she's having fun and they're doing things. But she keeps calling home like about two or three times a day, asking us when we want her to come home. I said that she should have fun, enjoy herself and when she's ready to come home call and we'll pick her up. Her grandma said the same thing. But she keeps calling and it's getting rather irritating. I suggested I could come and get her today if she wanted. She said "Noooo..." I said "How about Sunday? You could stay for the rest of the week?" and she said "I don't knowwwww". So I said "Well, pick a day you want to come home and I'll come and get you, whether it's today or next week or whenever. Just have fun, and when you miss home or you're ready to come home or you're done having fun, call me up and I'll come and get you." So she got pissed off and hung up on me. Oy.
I think she wants us to say that we all miss her and that we can't go on without her or something dramatic like that. Well... for one, it's hard to miss her when she calls three times a day. And for two - they're 15 now, they should be out doing their own thing and quite frankly it's nice when they're out doing their own thing because it's very quiet and peaceful at home and I can get some work and writing done.
Brenda's been babysitting and enjoying the money she's making from it. Last night she went to youth group and stayed over a friend's house, so she's having fun, too. I think she's going down the shore with my brother this week, too.
Steve is getting hugely tall. He's only 13, and he's already about five nine, maybe five ten. I think he's going to be taller than me, which is good, because I'm tired of being the tallest person in the family anyhow. There's a young lady that calls to talk to him every night, but he insists that she's just his friend. He's been spending a lot of his summer swimming and biking and fishing with his friends.
Mushrooms are growing in the yard again - the big white kinds with the flat tops. I think they're pretty. Many years ago when I was just a little kid, my father decided that we should have grass here even though grass doesn't naturally want to grow with our sandy soil. So he bought rolls of sod grass, and stretched it out across the yard. The grass grew all thick and lush (and chock full o'mushrooms!) for about a year, maybe two. Then the grass started to die out, and there was nothing but the natural sand and weeds. But the shrooms stayed. The shrooms come back every year, and I look forward to seeing them. There's the big white ones in the summer, and closer to fall we get the little brown capped ones.
I'm feeling a bit better today. I went out and ran some errands, though I'm still not feeling up to much involving effort. I may try to write something, or work on a website - then again, I might just lie down and read or watch a documentary.
I think she wants us to say that we all miss her and that we can't go on without her or something dramatic like that. Well... for one, it's hard to miss her when she calls three times a day. And for two - they're 15 now, they should be out doing their own thing and quite frankly it's nice when they're out doing their own thing because it's very quiet and peaceful at home and I can get some work and writing done.
Brenda's been babysitting and enjoying the money she's making from it. Last night she went to youth group and stayed over a friend's house, so she's having fun, too. I think she's going down the shore with my brother this week, too.
Steve is getting hugely tall. He's only 13, and he's already about five nine, maybe five ten. I think he's going to be taller than me, which is good, because I'm tired of being the tallest person in the family anyhow. There's a young lady that calls to talk to him every night, but he insists that she's just his friend. He's been spending a lot of his summer swimming and biking and fishing with his friends.
Mushrooms are growing in the yard again - the big white kinds with the flat tops. I think they're pretty. Many years ago when I was just a little kid, my father decided that we should have grass here even though grass doesn't naturally want to grow with our sandy soil. So he bought rolls of sod grass, and stretched it out across the yard. The grass grew all thick and lush (and chock full o'mushrooms!) for about a year, maybe two. Then the grass started to die out, and there was nothing but the natural sand and weeds. But the shrooms stayed. The shrooms come back every year, and I look forward to seeing them. There's the big white ones in the summer, and closer to fall we get the little brown capped ones.
I'm feeling a bit better today. I went out and ran some errands, though I'm still not feeling up to much involving effort. I may try to write something, or work on a website - then again, I might just lie down and read or watch a documentary.