March 25, 2006
I did call my sis. Not on her birthday. Why do I have to be so typically me? She had gone to bed early in hopes of foiling the flu going around there. We talked forever. It was cool. There's no one else in our family who is open about what a weird family we are, and how it has affected us. Maybe we're the only ones who realize it, unfortunately.
The kids are still sick. I may cancel out of the trip tomorrow, depending on how they are. Which I can use as an excuse for being panic-y about going anyway. Bleh.
Took out the dryer to see if I could open it up and help it feel better. But it is too difficult for me to open. Probably better that way.
En came on Friday with Ni. I imagine he had told Kn he would keep her busy for a certain period of time, 'cus he searched for old Geos to read. Since he was bored I asked him about the light in the bathroom, which I've been wondering how to fix. He did it. Didn't even have to stand on a chair. But it made me realize he must have suffered even more than me in this house built for short people. He says he is still going to a psychologist once a week, and finding out how all the little things in his relationship with his dad actually effected him more than what he had always considered the major blow ups.
After he left to take Ni home, I was on the cistern roof taking down the dry laundry. It appears I have a summer of pot smoke drifting up from the garden below ahead of me. En had come back and was there with his sister Ba, the tenant Al and several others. It brings up the question again: better the evil you know than the evil you don't?
In another neighborhood I wouldn't know who is doing what. I wouldn't know what to warn my kids against. Because these people consider me in the know, they don't hide what they are doing from me(as much).
The kids are still sick. I may cancel out of the trip tomorrow, depending on how they are. Which I can use as an excuse for being panic-y about going anyway. Bleh.
Took out the dryer to see if I could open it up and help it feel better. But it is too difficult for me to open. Probably better that way.
En came on Friday with Ni. I imagine he had told Kn he would keep her busy for a certain period of time, 'cus he searched for old Geos to read. Since he was bored I asked him about the light in the bathroom, which I've been wondering how to fix. He did it. Didn't even have to stand on a chair. But it made me realize he must have suffered even more than me in this house built for short people. He says he is still going to a psychologist once a week, and finding out how all the little things in his relationship with his dad actually effected him more than what he had always considered the major blow ups.
After he left to take Ni home, I was on the cistern roof taking down the dry laundry. It appears I have a summer of pot smoke drifting up from the garden below ahead of me. En had come back and was there with his sister Ba, the tenant Al and several others. It brings up the question again: better the evil you know than the evil you don't?
In another neighborhood I wouldn't know who is doing what. I wouldn't know what to warn my kids against. Because these people consider me in the know, they don't hide what they are doing from me(as much).