Yesterday was a relaxed Saturday. The mood was a bit dampened at our house because Tracey wasn’t looking forward to working today. Fortunately they only have the clinic open 3 Sundays a year to cover for holidays and Tracey will be off Tuesday in trade. Things ought to start cheering up around tomorrow afternoon!
We were just going out the door yesterday to go out to supper with Mom when Aaron asked if he could go visit a friend. Ben had already taken the Ford to go visit with cousin Tom and we were taking the Blazer. We aren’t comfortable with the boys driving the Hybrid so we told him he could go if he could arrange transportation with his friend. When we got home at around 7:30 in the evening Aaron was still not home and called a short while later wanting a ride home. Ben went after him and I gave Aaron a short lecture when he got home about arranging transportation home as well as getting to wherever. The difference in age and viewpoint. I can’t remember how free it can be to only worry about where I want to go and never think of how I will return home.
Alan and Gloria joined Tracey, DD, Mom and I for supper at the Cracked Barrel. They still don’t have chili there yet but I keep asking. They say chili is “seasonal” and don’t have it very often but they always have lima beans? After supper we retired to Mom’s trailer to visit a bit. By all accounts we all have our aggravations but life goes on pretty well just the same.
David Letterman at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles September 18, 2005. Letterman has reached a deal with the union representing striking screenwriters that will let his show, return to the air next week with his writing staff, the union said on Friday.
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school.
One child wrote the following: We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Arizona. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their golf carts and wear name tags because they don’t know who they are anymore.
They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it fixed because it is all okay now. They play games and do exercises there, but they don’t do them very well. There is a swimming pool too, but in it, they all jump up and down with hats on, while they talk to each other. I guess they don’t know how to swim.
At their gate, there is a dollhouse with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can escape. Sometimes they sneak out. They go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And, they eat the same thing every night------early birds. Some of the people can’t get out past the man in the dollhouse. The ones who do get out, bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck.
My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his retardment and says I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the dollhouse. Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren.
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