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Part of a LONG LONG email from my father:
Hey, Babe.
Just sitting here ordering Josh a new phone while watching the Cubs beat up Cincy (first night game of the year at Wrigley). Ten to three in the ninth. Cubs doing some offense.
Josh was stripping wall paper in his room. It is empty as we prepare for the onset of remodeling. Mom has been busy all weekend finding places to put everything from the two east bedrooms. Needless to say, your old room is pretty full. Josh is sleeping downstairs. He has his bed and a dresser, etc.
Lot's of garbage bags out there today. Lot's of high school papers. Some stuff that should have been gone long time ago. Old canceled checks and medical bills (even found the check to St. Joseph's hospital in Bryan for one baby girl ($635.95).......
I don't know. Somehow to me that seems so damned sweet. He's still got a hospital bill from 1978. It's ME! The rest of the email details my little brother's quest for a prom date (very creative and sweet way of asking out the girl...); graduation plans; neighborhood parties; normal family stuff; play-by-play of the Cubs game that night (even including the Harry Carey-esque 'Cubs win! Cibs win! Holy Cow' near the end...).
*sigh* sometimes I complain about my family being so distant, so unexpressive. Somehow, in their own ways, they find a way. I wish they did it more often... then again, I suppose they wish I wrote/called more often too.
Hey, Babe.
Just sitting here ordering Josh a new phone while watching the Cubs beat up Cincy (first night game of the year at Wrigley). Ten to three in the ninth. Cubs doing some offense.
Josh was stripping wall paper in his room. It is empty as we prepare for the onset of remodeling. Mom has been busy all weekend finding places to put everything from the two east bedrooms. Needless to say, your old room is pretty full. Josh is sleeping downstairs. He has his bed and a dresser, etc.
Lot's of garbage bags out there today. Lot's of high school papers. Some stuff that should have been gone long time ago. Old canceled checks and medical bills (even found the check to St. Joseph's hospital in Bryan for one baby girl ($635.95).......
I don't know. Somehow to me that seems so damned sweet. He's still got a hospital bill from 1978. It's ME! The rest of the email details my little brother's quest for a prom date (very creative and sweet way of asking out the girl...); graduation plans; neighborhood parties; normal family stuff; play-by-play of the Cubs game that night (even including the Harry Carey-esque 'Cubs win! Cibs win! Holy Cow' near the end...).
*sigh* sometimes I complain about my family being so distant, so unexpressive. Somehow, in their own ways, they find a way. I wish they did it more often... then again, I suppose they wish I wrote/called more often too.