This picture is of some geraniums that my neighbor Sylvia has planted in the nooks created by the roots of the mesquite tree in her front yard. I thought they looked interesting.
Sneedlet One and I have had a fun-filled weekend. We tried to go to the movies yesterday and made it halfway through Meet the Robinsons. Once the snacks were eaten and he had to go to the bathroom, we had to leave. He's not 100% sold on the idea of public bathrooms, so he wanted to go home. I figured it was an argument that I wouldn't win. The movie was over his head anyway.
I am at my wits end with our adopted son, Cletus. He has been calling me asking for money all week. He called me Wednesday night, Friday afternoon, four times yesterday and has called three times this morning. This is the way he gets when he is using drugs.
Sneedlet's dad just picked him up. They are going to some relatives kid's birthday party. Sneedlet was none too happy to see him. He wanted to stay in his little kingdom, where he rules the roost.
I stopped my posting for a bit to go out with Mrs. Sneed and we just came. It is eight at night and the sun is down. I tried sitting in the back yard but it was a bit cool. Plus I can't type well enough to do it in the dark, so I came inside.
I was thinking about the concept of living in the moment. That's something I do a lot, because I have been plagued by the worries my whole life. I know intellectually that I can't control the future, but that doesn't stop me from trying.
Older Son Sneed and our daughter-in-way are buying a house that costs more than the four houses Mrs. Sneed and I have purchased during our marriage combined. It is one of these McMansion joints. It will be finished in July. As if that wasn't enough they need to sell their current house, which goes on the market next week. It makes me very nervous.
Anyway, I can go on and on about the things I worry about, but it's boring.
Merle.
Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgmental and cranky
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5 comments:
I don't understand McMansions at all--I couldn't live in one--I need cozy houses, I don't like the idea of hiring someone to come over and clean as long as i can do it. I would be well suited to a log cabin.
But a lot of my friends and relatives want GI-NOR-Mous houses and new cars every couple of years. Outward appearances are everything, I guess I am out of sync.
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I'm a worrier, too. I know I should stop for health reasons. And I know there's no benefit to it, but I don't know how not to worry. Well, I know what I'm told to do in order not to worry...yet I still cling to it as if worrying will give me back a tiny bit of control. Weird.
Dealing with Cletus and telling him no would be really hard. I was hoping his new job would be a new beginning. I'm really sorry he's struggling so much with his addiction.
BTW, sorry I haven't been around. We lost our phone service on Saturday, so I couldn't get online until today. I'll catch up with you soon hopefully!
As a life-long renter of tiny spaces, I prefer them for cost, efficiency, ease (and expense) of repair, and much much more. It seems to me that people buy all these giant SUVs and large expensive homes in part because that's what is expected.
I'm with Kurt - I have a 450-square-foot studio apartment, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. (Well, I might trade it for a better studio with a view, but I don't need more SPACE.) The NYT had an article today about neighborhoods on Long Island that are struggling with builders who come in, demolish the lovely old Cape Cod-style bungalows and build 6,500-square-foot monstrosities with saunas and extra master bedrooms and triple-car garages. And in the process they destroy all the trees on the lot and leave no room for more to be planted.
Anyway, I hope things get better with Cletus. But in terms of worrying -- know that hackneyed old expression about having the serenity to accept what you can't change, the courage to change what you can and the wisdom to know the difference? Well, it's hackneyed for a reason.
I wish they'd invent McMansion bird and squirrel feeders.
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