I realize my complaining sounded far too serious, when I really meant it to be more comical. When I wrote my last entry I was rushing and just wanted to say hey. I had NO idea it would take so long to get back here.
But, here I am. Stuff, as always, is happening. Here are some highlights:
The girl child is 13 in a couple of days. I have a hosts of surprises in store for her and keeping the secrets are just about making me burst! Gift cards to her favorite stores, Beyonce concert tickets and a few other trinkets. Then there's the big party, which we're planning together. Fun, fun, fun!
School is just about out and, once again, I'm a very proud Mom. All the fuss and expense for her birthday is her bonus for doing an incredible job. She worked so hard; this school year was filled with sweat and tears and she proved she was up to the task of excelling in 7th grade. She would have done well without trying so hard, but she was intent on doing her best. I hope she carries that with her forever.
My home has been descended upon by family. Good people (my 1st cousin's daughter and her family), but there are more of them than there are of us and quarters are feeling cramped and I am getting grumpy. They operate out of a different sense of rules around childrearing and housekeeping. So, we have regular long talks (where I do most of the talking) and work at co-existing in a space that is not large enough. It's also odd because we have not had a man living in our space for such an extended period of time. The whole appropriate clothing thing is getting old.
As I understand it, they have found a place and, after 8 weeks will be moving on. I think that will be good for everyone. Then they can drop by for dinner and we can stop by their place to see the kids and the tension of trying to create a home, with family that you do not really know, will be lifted.
Work is in its busiest period. In some ways that's good. I always get to learn more during these times because everyone needs to work with the person who can get the job done. And, that would be me.
I've started studying for the GREs and will likely take a course early this fall.
As for all of you, I have missed you a lot. I'll take some time this week to cruise by and smile at you. Love you!
6 comments:
Nice to see you back.
Take Care
Michael
Yes, you ARE the Moon. Gorgeous imagery on the card as well, Gayle.
So proud of CHUD!!!!!!
Beyonce tickets? Oh my goodness! She will flip her lid!!! Aren't you the greatest mommy on the planet?!
Oh boy...family at home...I feel for you. Appropriate clothing choices especially. Just another pointer to your graciousness of spirit and generosity that they are there. I admire you, more than I can say.
So good to see you back, even for a few minutes and words.
Love to you and the daughter!!
I too have a teenager due any day now. Of all the things I wanted to be when I grew up, the father of a 13 year old boy wasn't high on the list. We'll see, there's alwaya boarding school.
Thanks for coming by and giving your insightful and intelligent critique of my writing.
Thank you for coming by, Gayle!
Love to you!
Thanks for the update, as well as stopping by. Be well,
J.
Well, I mooned some folks once, but I think if I have a card it is the Hierophant. I am internally rule-driven. It is annoying when that is the last thing I want. Anyway, congrats on the offspring - since the age that the average girl-child is most prone to be murdered by all who meet her is that which falls between 11 and 13, I'd say you are on the homestretch - and it looks like she has been remarkably decent. And good marks, too - wow. You might just kick the 'appropriate clothing' thing - it would make for a fascinating blog entry, I'll warrant. It would be hard for me to live with people to whom I am unused (i.e. everyone) unless we were sleeping together (me and them, dear; not me and you - although if the latter were the case I 'd be so surprised I might not notice anyone else's presence). 8 weeks sounds semi-eternal. Good luck on all of it - and glad to see you back in action...
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