Well today I'm trying to catch up on stuff. The termite man came and recomended home treatment and observation. What a relief! I went next door to borrow the Term-Out recommended and while I'm there my dad walks in with 3 lovely homegrown cucumbers. My mom says "oh, would you like one?" and I happily say "Sure!". My dad says with a frown on his face, "No, don't give her any, there aren't too many and I'm going to make namasu" Mom had just given me some of his namasu, and I still have some in my fridge. I'm the only one who eats it, and I'm not that crazy about it.
I reacted to my perceived tone of disdain in his voice and the look of disgust on his face. I'm a fricken grownup, damn it. It hurts anyway. I can't help but think he hates me because I'm divorced and he spends more time with Ex then with me. I think he is too old for me to confront him, and I'm a chickenshit anyway. Where is the high ground?
I hope my yarn comes in the mail today, because that will make me real happy. Maybe I'll move up my massage date, too, and schedule that haircut and color with the magical Misa. Life goes on.
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
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