I have been watching the contractor/carpenter working on our garage roof for the better part of 2 hours now. No idea how in the hell he gets up there that high, without losing his balance or falling off. There was a pretty sizable hole there, and my husband is scared of heights, so it needed to get done. More power to the guy. Better him than me.
I just put on a pot of coffee, and I wanted to go out and ask the two guys that are here if they would like a cup. But, I don't know them from Adam. Isn't it the polite thing to do? What would you do?
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Okay, I just went out and asked them if they wanted some coffee. The father did, the son didn't. I'm glad that I did. I can be antagonistic, stubborn, anti-social, and untouchable, but no-one can accuse me of being rude.
I've been catching up on my faves, and it seems that not a lot of my faves are still on here. Guess that it is time that I make some new friends. So, iffen you want to be my friend, just let me know. OMG, I am such an attention whore.
I haven't been able to update any of y'all about my son Aaron. He's the one that went to college in Presque Isle. He didn't go back a second year, he instead chose to live with his grandfather and get a job. At Wally-World. Not a thing wrong with that, money is money. I happened to enjoy when I worked as a cashier, even though it seems a lot more complicated now, what with the computers and all.
Anyway, he worked at Walmart for almost a year and a half. Recently he got fired...because he was late to work too many times. It happens.
That was on the 4th of February.
He's been lollygagging about, came out and stayed with us for a few weeks. He's got his own apartment in Bangor, and he has a lease until September. He recently got his income tax, and he figured that would last him for a few months. Still cool.
The only problem that I have with my son is the fact that it has been 2 months, and he hasn't even put in an application to work anywhere! None. I don't know what is up with him, he spends that income tax like it is a fortune, went and bought himself an iPhone because his brother and I have one, so he wanted one. *rolling my eyes* I have no idea if he will be able to pay his rent this month and next.
I really feel for the kid. I do. I don't have the extra money to be paying his rent for the next 6 months. I certainly don't think that I could live with him again, but, it may come to that. He is my kid. He has been told that he always has a home with us. Which he does. But that is easier said than done.
I don't know. I just don't know.
Cameron is much changed from the last time that I wrote. He is 17 now, a junior in high-school. He has chosen not to see a therapist or take any meds. And I don't think that he really needs to anyway. He seemed to have grown out of whatever in the hell was eating at him when he was in Acadia. He is a normal, somewhat well-adjusted teenager.
Attitude, mouth, surliness, moodiness and all.
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I'm sitting here and waiting for one of my friends to get here. Well, technically she isn't my friend, she's an aquiantence (oh for god's sake, I can't figure out to spell the damn word), she is the one that I got Daisy Mae from.
Anyway, she is coming over to get some pussy willows.
Yeah, wierd but true. I don't know why she has to get them here, but it's not like we don't have a million of them in the backyard.
I guess that she is going to make a head-piece with them, for her wedding. Although it isn't a "wedding", it is something called a "hand-fasting". Not sure what that is, but I guess we have to go, because Kev is taking the pictures for them.
So, Jaimie (the friend) is marrying her girl-friend Liz.
I think that I am going to go make myself a blueberry bagel. And another cup of coffee.
♥
Aime
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