Hey Cousin....

 

I just wanted to stop in and let you know that you are on my mind.  I love you lots and I miss you tons.  Maybe some day I will be able to afford to venture up your way and visit.

 

Nice to see you around on Mindsay!

Hey cousin, I hear you.  How you doin?  Me, up and down, but on my side of the teeter totter, I am doin my damned best to stay level or to jump off when it gets too wierd.  I have wised up and, like Morris the cat, decided that I don't have to go on every roller coaster ride my other half wants me to flip out for.  He's getting to see me on a whole new level from now on.  Solid Ground. It's way more fun this way- than me ending up in the ER for heart dis-rhythmia.  It's his choice and I don't have to be the "worry-wart role model" my Mom was for me.   Afterall, he is a big boy and his own wee wee will tell him when he needs to come inside to see if we all noticed him out there.  No need to let the kids go off on the deep end about his irrational choices either.  They already know he's not quite right up there, what with all the trees hitting him upside the head.  I noticed an area of low circulation (purple-grey) around the top end of the one larger scar on his head (from that one tree that busted it open two Christmases ago).  He won't go in for a check up on it, what's he think, the circulation is going to get better all by itself?  Oops there I go again.  Enough.

I love you lots and miss you tons too, cous.  Just to get a note from you on here is enough to cheer me.  You okay?  

I'm doing great...

 

I miss you...  It would be nice to do some traveling up your way eventually.  I haven't been there in almost 2 years.

Has it been two years?  We are all running around with school, and plays and concerts.  The house is mayhem.  Are you thinking Spring, like May?

Possibly Summer

It;s a man thing...

Yeah, so what, men have things. Maybe ...the degree to which they feel they have to prove they have things is = the degree to which they go workaholic, I don't know.  But the point is that he's taking everyday there is left while his kids are still home with us... and chucking it all away with every log he pitches.  He just takes for granted that they'll always be here.  Well they will both be graduated and moved out by September, next year.  How is this time ever going to be re-gained?  They never see him, except when he's doing this in the back yard, and they worry more than I do.  I am feeling like I just want to give up!  Men who do this to their teens are sick, ASLEEP, or INSANE.