at the bones of the year

[wickedjaw]

Standard disclaimer: my dad isn't horrible, but the nice stuff he does doesn't tend to inspire me to make journal entries. I'll try to remedy that the next time he gets my oil changed for me.

House
I went by the house today to check on the water situation. Tripped and fell on the steps and splattered on the patio, ripping my jeans and skinning

Comments

[annarain]

I know exactly what you mean. I have wasted my breath in many, many conversations with my mother about crazy bad things she did when I was a kid and cannot believe the way she will still, to this day, claim she was always right and had a good reason to do it. No matter what.

How can they be so crazy?

Sometimes I'm yelling at Jane and she will say "You're not supposed to yell!" or "You're not supposed to curse!" or "You're not supposed to say 'stupid'" and 8 times out of 10 I will pause and apologize, because I don't want her to remember me the way I remember my mother.

[wickedjaw]

Stacy, right? I just don't want C. to remember me stubbornly hanging on to my bad behavior.

[anonymous]

Salt is a great cleanser. Pour a large handful of coarse salt into the bloodied water and stir well, while mentally cleansing all of your blood from the water. When the water is down to just wet floor, finish the job in every direction with a stiff broom.

[badverb]

My dad never apologizes either. I applaud you for being a real grownup and owning up to Crash.

Huge, big, enormous, gigantic hugs, dear!

I'll get you some cleansing rituals.

[antikanueva]

And for the love of all, buy a new broom for the new place.