I slept until 8 a.m. because the neighbor’s dog was quiet.
That extra rest made a difference.
The dog didn’t show up until after 3 p.m.
Maybe the owner took him out.
Or maybe a neighbor complained about the early barking, so he kept him inside.
A lot of people here work night shifts.
Early noise is rough on them.
We went to a few yard sales.
It was a bust for me, but Cowboy found a few tools, and he and Badger found a couple pocket knives.
We went to a few yard sales.
It was a bust for me.
Cowboy found some tools, and he and Badger picked up a couple of case knives.
That was the biggest excitement of the day.
It was another nap, computer, and TV kind of day.
Even with an extra hour of sleep this morning, I still dozed off watching my Hawaii “find me a house” show.
Cowboy got a nap in too.
Cowboy is at work, as usual.
Heron got home super early.
I forgot to ask him why.
Friday is usually a double‑shift day.
He ran in, wolfed down a cold Whopper from yesterday, and went to clean up, yelling about pizza dust.
Then he hustled out again, heading to his RV, muttering about loving his bed.
When it comes to my children, I generally play blind, deaf, and dumb.
It was 2 a.m. before he got home today.
By 8:40 a.m. he was gone to work again.
So maybe his bed really was calling.
We haven’t seen him since.
He texted that he’d be up soon, but it’s well after 10 p.m. now, and that looks doubtful.
Raven’s job starts tomorrow.
He’s over at the other parent’s place tonight.
I’m not even sure she’s got a house lined up to move into.
If not, well, Raven’s in a mess.
If the house appears, I’ll be the first to admit I was wrong.
Still, the years with her in the family have taught me caution.
Adult children have to make their own mistakes.
We parents can’t live their lives for them.
We offer advice, but most of the time it’s ignored.
And that’s fine.
That’s how they learn.
We’re still the net ; the ones who pick up the phone, the people who love them no matter what.
But the road?
That’s theirs to walk.
The stumbles are theirs to learn from.
If Badger will ever vacate my bathroom, I want to go to bed.
Nap or no nap, I’m falling asleep on the keyboard.
No plans for the weekend.
Cowboy’s on day shift Sunday, and Monday is still uncertain.
We had hoped to go to the bookstore, but we’ll let him rest Saturday.
So it looks like Badger and I will be staying home.
I offer no advice to my son and he never asks for it. He's 51 and his life is his own. We all have had to make our own mistakes, haven't we. I sure made plenty! I hope there is a house, for Raven's sake.
ReplyDeleteSandra: I’m afraid my husband and I are the type of parents who tend to offer advice to our kids—they usually ignore us, but we can’t help it! You’re right, though, we all have to make our own mistakes and hopefully learn from them. I know I’ve made plenty myself, and I hope they’ve been learning experiences. I truly hope things work out the way Son #2 is hoping. I just don’t want him hurt again.
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