It's finally here! After 16 long months being held "hostage" by the 19 YR old in BC my beloved luggage(shown here) has finally returned home! Boy, have I ever missed it! It's soooo nice to have it back and at times I thought I'd never see it again!At first the 19 YR old tried to get me all freaked-out by saying she brought the "Green army" suitcase thinking that was mine and I was like, Noooooooo! Mine is red and has names of cities on it! Oh yeah, and also the 19 YR old and the second-oldest arrived last night and even though they landed just after 8 pm they didn't arrive here until 1 am: despite my warnings to NOT take Air Canada ( the absolute worst airline ever!) they still did and they departed 2 HRS late and there was also some delay and issues with de-plane-ing and luggage (see, this is why you should always listen to your mother!) The second-oldest still looks the same(and wouldn't let me take a photo) but the 19 YR old now has light purple lilac hair and refused a photo initially too (they both ran and hid)and getting her to finally agree was like pulling teeth(but at least I didn't ask for a hug which I know would be outright rejected and I'm not going to set myself up for rejection) and she hasn't changed,either and is still the same ornery, miserable, unpleasant grump and mean to Buddy, calling him ugly and ewww but at least the second-oldest petted him and was nice and said she "felt sorry" for him being so old. He still remembered them too and slowly limped over to greet them, tail wagging.
Here is the 19 YR old( she refused to smile but at least I got a photo, and I just love her cute sweater!) and I notcied her teeth are a shocking brown/yellow too so I hope she doesn't have an eating disorder again as the stomach acid stains teeth and is a dead giveaway, and both of them also visited friends and several of the second-oldest's old friends are married now and have kids, esp. ones from the old church, and I asked her if she had a photo of her BF on her phone and she said she didn't( just of her cats which I have no interest in seeing; I hate cats) so I guess they're not that serious then, and I noticed the 19 YR old had at least 3 tattoos that I could see( what looked like a little butterfly near her thumb, a big one on the back of an arm, and what looked like writing on a hand and going up an arm) and I wanted to get a closer look but she'd cover them up and run away and hide and not let me look, saying there's "nothing there" or it's "henna" ( henna isn't blue.....) but I'm not mad(and besides, she's an adult now,anyway); I think it's cool and just want to see what she had done but even when I show interest she still shuts me out. I guess some things( and some people) will never change and I try not to let it "get" to me and just remind myself that they didn't come to see me,anyway, and this is just the way they are now as adults, unfortunately.
My mother also told me Don't 'put me down' in front of the grandchildren which is pretty 'rich" coming from her when she's the one always belittling me and criticizing everything I do is wrong, not good enough,etc.scolding me and making me look dumb in front of my own kids, and the 23 YR old was also going to come up to visit as well but her migraines are too bad but the 26 YR old's coming up tonight; her train arrives at 7 pm but only as far as Oshawa so my hubby still has to drive 90 min. there to meet her( as well as 2 HRS each way yesterday to the airport) and he complains on his vacation he doesn't have any time off where he doesn't have to do something for someone else yet he could always tell them to get a coach service like I always have to get because it's always too much of an effort for him to pick me up at the airport, and today my back and abdomenal pain is sooo bad too it feels similar to my gallbladder pain but I know it's NOT that as I had it taken out 10 years ago and it feels like something's going to explode in here and so bad I wince, gasp, suck in my breath and even weed doesn't relieve it. It's bad enough to go to the hospital but I'm NOT sitting 6-8 HRS in the ER; I'll just wait it out at home where at least I'm more comfortable.I also saw Mr. Sunflower and his wife( so that would be Mrs. Sunflower) admiring his sunflowers and taking photos and one of the women construction crew operating the steamroller! You GO, girl!
He walked the streets a soldier
And he fought the world alone.-Skid Row
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