I've been taking it a little bit too easy! All this time, lots to do, and I ain't doin' it! Done some thinking, though.
About nigh on to fifteen years ago, just before the New Year, my sister moved into the house I was renting with her husband and son. She and her hubby were on the outs, and within two years they got a divorce. He stuck around long enough for their second son to be born, and then he went off with a new girlfriend. Eventually they got married, had a daughter, and moved to Florida. I never asked my sister or him for help with the rent while they lived with me because we don't do that in our family. Before the jerk left, however, he left me with a $900.00 phone bill which he never paid back.
I didn't mind my sister living with me because it was nice to have kids around the house. The little guy was especially fun to have around. He lived with me for almost three years before his Mom got a job in Chicago. He and I would hunt dinosaurs in the fields around the house with toy guns, or paint miniatures and play swords and sorcery games with his brother. He was special to me, and I dreaded the day he'd eventually have to leave. I'd look at him sleeping and wish time would freeze, because life just couldn't get any better. I had the same feelings about my own kids when they were little.
His Mom lived in Chicago for a couple of years, got married to a Finlander, and after she was downsized from her job in Chicago, moved back in with me here in this backwater town. She and her family lived with me for a few years before her husband, a computer genius, got a job in Pittsburgh programming for a software company. While they lived with me, the boys and I picked up where we left off, though now they spent more time in front of the TV playing the vid wars. But we'd play boardgames, too, and make projects for school. I even got to take the little guy to kindergarten on his first day at school.
This last Christmas Eve, my sister and family, all musicians, came back to town and performed at church. The little guy (who is about 6' 6" now) played the violin. It amazed him that I recognized his piece as one of Bach's partitas. Funny! It turns out he's a very bright kid. Blows the heck out those stupid IQ tests. He plays in all sorts of orchestras and bands, and even plays bass in his own rock and roll garage band. His teachers love him because he "makes it cool to be smart." Hasn't it always been cool to be smart? If not, why not?
Sis and the kids are back in Pittsburgh, and according to the little feller, his older brother can get back to occasionally dating a suicide girl he knows. Some guys have all the luck!
About nigh on to fifteen years ago, just before the New Year, my sister moved into the house I was renting with her husband and son. She and her hubby were on the outs, and within two years they got a divorce. He stuck around long enough for their second son to be born, and then he went off with a new girlfriend. Eventually they got married, had a daughter, and moved to Florida. I never asked my sister or him for help with the rent while they lived with me because we don't do that in our family. Before the jerk left, however, he left me with a $900.00 phone bill which he never paid back.
I didn't mind my sister living with me because it was nice to have kids around the house. The little guy was especially fun to have around. He lived with me for almost three years before his Mom got a job in Chicago. He and I would hunt dinosaurs in the fields around the house with toy guns, or paint miniatures and play swords and sorcery games with his brother. He was special to me, and I dreaded the day he'd eventually have to leave. I'd look at him sleeping and wish time would freeze, because life just couldn't get any better. I had the same feelings about my own kids when they were little.
His Mom lived in Chicago for a couple of years, got married to a Finlander, and after she was downsized from her job in Chicago, moved back in with me here in this backwater town. She and her family lived with me for a few years before her husband, a computer genius, got a job in Pittsburgh programming for a software company. While they lived with me, the boys and I picked up where we left off, though now they spent more time in front of the TV playing the vid wars. But we'd play boardgames, too, and make projects for school. I even got to take the little guy to kindergarten on his first day at school.
This last Christmas Eve, my sister and family, all musicians, came back to town and performed at church. The little guy (who is about 6' 6" now) played the violin. It amazed him that I recognized his piece as one of Bach's partitas. Funny! It turns out he's a very bright kid. Blows the heck out those stupid IQ tests. He plays in all sorts of orchestras and bands, and even plays bass in his own rock and roll garage band. His teachers love him because he "makes it cool to be smart." Hasn't it always been cool to be smart? If not, why not?
Sis and the kids are back in Pittsburgh, and according to the little feller, his older brother can get back to occasionally dating a suicide girl he knows. Some guys have all the luck!
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Hell, I'll even testimonial it.