Am I glad the weekend is over?
Was a humdinger!
And now it’s over.
As you can see, no ass crack of dawn for me today.
Kid’s decided to, once again, throw in the towel.
Reckons me and his father have pushed him around enough, and he’s now finished with that.
He will make it on his own and he will show us one day…
And so on and so forth.
And even while I get what’s going on in his head – having been there myself a few years ago – I also know that life has an irritating way of completely screwing with you.
Making your dreams so much dust, your nose thumbing experience, less than successful…
Alas, as my buddy rightly said to me, I can’t protect my son forever, much as I would like to wrap him in cotton wool.
That is after all why you try to raise them with discipline and some sense.
So they would sort of be able to make their own decisions.
The fact that most of us fail miserably in that is completely besides the point.
I seem to have. Failed that is.
And now I can only hope that he will be relatively OK.
And after all this, it looks as if I will have my house to myself before too long.
Eldest is going to look at a room in a commune today – anything, as long as it’s not at home…
Youngest is ashamed of me, so he’s now living with a buddy of his.
So, it looks like I’ll be able to experience much solitude before too long.
Then again, life being the transient thing it is, it might only be a matter of time before i have the kids back here again.
One just never knows.
And I had to learn on FB that the eldest is now in a relationship with some person.
That lives on the arse-end of the back of beyond!
Have these kids not learnt that long distance relationships just never work out?
They have to make their own screw-ups, same as I did.
All I can hope for is that I can always manage to pick up the pieces…
I started going back in time.
Foing through all my posts since I started blogging, and saving them on my computer.
Does not look as if we can trust LD to make sure nothing gets lost, and as I read through them, there’s way too much anguish and lost hopes and happiness written down to let it just disappear.
I’m on post 100+ of 1330.
Gonna take me a while!!!
Maybe I should start the day.
And you should carry on with yours.
Hope it’s a good one…
I was trying to get my seventh-grade history class to understand how the
Indians must have felt when they first encountered the Spanish explorers.
“How would you feel,” I asked, “if someone showed up on your doorstep who
looked very different, spoke a strange language and wore unusual clothes?
Wouldn’t you be a bit scared?”
“Nah,” one boy answered, “I’d just figure it was my sister’s date.”