Saturday, February 26, 2005
Today
My brother is here from Ohio, on one of his few times a year visits with his kids. Or the ones who will actually go see him, since the oldest is being, well, a 16 year old (okay, 15, but she’ll be 16 in early June), not to mention being the one with the most to gain by pleasing psycho mom by dissing dad. Today we’ll be heading over to my grandmother’s, where my brother and the four kids, one of whom I last saw four or five years ago, will be late this afternoon.
Neither my brother nor any of his kids have met Sadie in person yet, and the same niece I haven’t seen in so long hasn’t met Deb. That’s the bigger reason to be sure to meet up with them. That’ll leave only five of her sixteen first cousins unmet, and three of them are relatively easy; just have to make a point of it.
Anyway, due to all this, my father is down from Vermont, so we were planning to have him drive the van and look at it to see what he thinks might be wrong. He called and will drop by about 1:00. It’ll be interesting to see what he thinks.
In other words, we’ll be indisposed for a good chunk of the day, so there will be a posting void then. Aw, darn.
Speaking of being indisposed, who else gets annoyed by phone stalkers? Ring goes the cell. Beep goes the cell with a message. Ring goes the home phone. After all, you should always call the phone that will cost the callee 30 cents a minute to talk to you on, and leave a message that will cost the calle a buck, then call the free phone and leave a message on the free answering machine. Then you should make sure to call again at the edge of what was formerly too late, which is now firmly too late with the baby’s bedtime having moved, to her great stay awake and cry until the previous bedtime dismay. All just to chat, and to point out something mildly embarrassing that I already knew. And then harp on the mildly embarrassing thing until I am pissed off. But I digress.