Update 3:00PM Talked to dad about moving. About the 'good ole boy town, about hating it here, the weather, the life. He did good in the beginning, even had a few general suggestions on locations. As I feared I would, I shut him down. I tried hard not to since I knew what does it without fail. My specialty. I cried ... he shuts down when the baby girl cries. It chokes him up too much and it makes him cry. So I backed off of the subject completely. He'll mull it over and I'm sure we'll talk more in a few days ... so I can cry again. Jeezz. The very thing that shows me he is the most special man on this earth, kills me if I'm the cause of it. He's only supposed to cry at movies and stuff.
And I need a duct removal.
Poor Maddy. While playing, she hit her head. She's fine. Pupils dialating well. She acts though, near fatally wounded. It has nothing to do with the fact that I've held her, kissed and fawned over her, as if she is near death. She wouldn't feed off that. Nah, I'm sure she wouldn't. But if I act like I'm not looking, she runs and jumps. If I enter the room, she starts moving in slow motion, unable to jump, run, a little limping even.
Dogs: no sense of reason, no brain at work. They're just dogs. WOW! Maddy is a freaking genius, either that or there's been miracle.
I watched part of a movie last night. My friend watched part of it with me. Before she left she said, "You would have loved that man wouldn't you? That guy was weird, crazy. Yeah, you would have." I said he wasn't crazy. He was passionate, a musical genius, brooding, slightly neurotic, wore cape-like clothes and gloves and he had a heart like that. She just shook her head and said, "you know he's dead, right?" Oh fucking hell, YES, they all are. Damn phantom-like men.
Maybe it's the accent. Maybe he needs to be hearing impaired. He'd less likely be intimidated that way.
And I need a duct removal.
Poor Maddy. While playing, she hit her head. She's fine. Pupils dialating well. She acts though, near fatally wounded. It has nothing to do with the fact that I've held her, kissed and fawned over her, as if she is near death. She wouldn't feed off that. Nah, I'm sure she wouldn't. But if I act like I'm not looking, she runs and jumps. If I enter the room, she starts moving in slow motion, unable to jump, run, a little limping even.
Dogs: no sense of reason, no brain at work. They're just dogs. WOW! Maddy is a freaking genius, either that or there's been miracle.
I watched part of a movie last night. My friend watched part of it with me. Before she left she said, "You would have loved that man wouldn't you? That guy was weird, crazy. Yeah, you would have." I said he wasn't crazy. He was passionate, a musical genius, brooding, slightly neurotic, wore cape-like clothes and gloves and he had a heart like that. She just shook her head and said, "you know he's dead, right?" Oh fucking hell, YES, they all are. Damn phantom-like men.
Maybe it's the accent. Maybe he needs to be hearing impaired. He'd less likely be intimidated that way.
(It's all about the proper supply of chocolate)