I'm Fine!

You know how people complain about the ‘nails down a chalkboard’ sound? I never really got that. Nails down a chalkboard didn’t bother me that much. I have, however, discovered a sound that does send shivers down my spine. It’s the sound of my neighbor sawing through tile. Apparently my neighbor is retiling his kitchen floor and, to him anyway, 7:00 A.M. seems like a reasonable time to start slicing through wet tile. I thought yesterday was the last day. I saw him cleaning up and I asked him, “About done with the floor yet?” The told me all had left was the grouting, so I figured I would not have to spend ANOTHER day listening to him grinding. I guess I was wrong. Ugh.

So, I’ve been really busy lately working, doing things around the house, and gardening – which is why I haven’t been posting. It’s funny, if I don’t post for a couple of days I get emails from friends wondering if something is wrong. Nothings wrong – I’m just sick of sitting in front of my computer, the weather is so nice I’d rather be outside, and there really hasn’t been any interesting news to report. There was an article in the paper yesterday about how teens in Kern County like to drink sodas. *yawn* So you see, I really have not had much to work with.

Personally I’m doing great, except for the little episode I had a couple of days ago when my son did not come home from school and hadn’t called by 9:00 and I nearly had a nervous breakdown. You’d think that once your kid gets to be a teenager you wouldn’t have to worry about him getting kid napped anymore. Wrong! I don’t care if he is 6’1” and weighs 150 lbs. I was sure he’d been carted off and tortured somehow. The friend who was with me during my melt down tried to reassure me by saying he’s probably just hanging out with kids doing drugs or something. I knew that was not a possibility because I have a GOOD kid and that the only way he would come home was if he was dead in a ditch somewhere. It turns out he was at school working on the layout for the school paper. He’s taking journalism this year. Ugh.

It’s all good now cuz I made him feel bad by telling him I had a bologna sandwich and some Kool-Aid waiting for him and he never showed up so I threw it away and starting crying. He gave me a big hug, apologized profusely and promised to never let it happen again. I love my son.

And in case you’re wondering, he’s going to get a new cornea for Christmas this year. I scheduled the surgery yesterday.