Postponed

Do they know they're old,
These two who are my father and my mother
Whose fire from which I came, has now grown cold?
-- Elizabeth Jennings

Thursday, September 27, 2001
Two years ago: Bits and Pieces
Three years ago: Do the Puyallup
Four years ago: Green Valleys of Silliness

This afternoon Jack's daughter H----- placed a call to her mom, Jack's ex-wife, to arrange about coming down to visit this weekend. Oops, she'd rather not have H--- come this weekend. Maybe next week. Sheesh! I'm sure this was set two weeks ago. H---- was bummed about it, and very frustrated.

The question now: what should H--- do this weekend? Come to Foolscap with Jack and me? She doesn't really want to, finds it boring, doesn't know anyone. As an adult, I can think of ways to solve some of this, but that doesn't make H---- feel better. Jack doesn't want to leave her unoccupied all weekend, and she doesn't really like being here on her own for a long time. She's unwilling to call my sister and offer to babysit. Much angst ensues.

Things settled down by the time we left for dance class. H---- is doing well in class! but didn't want to dance afterwards. If you sit curled up in a ball, looking sulky, not many folks are going to ask you to dance! She's tired, though, and her teeth are hurting, so we didn't stick around for long.