Rainy Tuesday ... gloom and doom!

So sorry to hear that your cold is a real bitch! it's tough to be sick away from home the first time, you're missing most of your comfort items, and you'd probably just want to sleep it off while someone else takes care of the essentials, like food and tea! Consider yourself virtually hugged, call me if you want to vent, and let me know if you think you're really getting sick and need a clinic visit.

Life on the home front continues apace. Lydia seems to have resigned herself to her fate in Geometry, and is managing to get her homework done by herself, without recourse to major meltdowns and screaming fits. Which is a mercy, let me tell you! She and dad, however, persist in fighting like cats and dogs all the time.

I can't decide which of them, Lydia or your dad, is the least mature. Most times, I think they are both functioning on the level of a hormonally-challenged 7th grader. Lydia is mouthy, dad pouts and imposes the Silent Treatment, and I just want to knock both their heads together like coconuts (just the "clunk" sound of their foreheads whacking together would make me feel better ).

At work, on the street, on the radio, in the newspaper, the pervailing atmosphere is one of depressing Gloom and Doom as the financial markets and the general economy continue to slide downward. I'm honestly not sure where this all is going to end, but it's definitely going to take a few long years to dig ourselves out of this hole. Jennifer is a bit apprehensive about having to set off on a job search at a time like this. I frankly despise my own job, but at least I have a job for the foreseeable future, and the company looks to be stable. I fully anticipate that your dad may find himself out of a job at St. Bartholomew's by next fall (there's just NO WAY that church can continue paying him and the other musicians so many hundreds of dollars every Sunday), and the wedding business has nearly dried up. It's pretty grim....

The weather doesn't really help my dismal mood this morning - grey, overcast, and drizzling all day long. I've got so much to do in the garden and in my sewing room, and I'm seriously lacking in Motivation. Need to summon up some extra energy and drive to force myself to tackle at least 90 minutes worth of a project every single night after work if I'm going to get this all done, but that's proving to be tough.

Honestly, it would be easier if your dad were working in the evenings. Nowadays he just hangs around the house, going out for a bike ride before dinner when he gets pissed at Lydia, is grumpy through dinner, and then complains loudly about my deserting him while he drinks his wine in front of the television. Even my nightly habit of spending 15-20 minutes listening to HP with Lydia ticks him off. Don't quite know what we're going to do about this.

But in the meantime, you and I need to discuss Halloween costumes and dancing dresses, a much more fun topic. Maybe you can give me a call before work this afternoon, and we'll finally finish that discussion.

Hugs,
Mom