I took some flak recently for a post I did where I stated that I crave a porch and a rocking chair. I crave simplicity. I guess that's a sign of getting old, but I don't care. I have had so much drama the past few years, that I truly crave a simpler existence.
I finally have a steady job, and I like my job.
I finally don't have to worry about my daughter's behavior. [I still worry about her, but I don't have to deal with her right in front of me, is what I mean.]
The surprising thing is that my son has come to kind of a similar conclusion about wanting simplicity. He is not into anything overly fussy or complicated. I think that's pretty mature for a 15 year old.
We were in Walmart the other day and he asked me to buy him a package of plain white tee shirts. He wore one to school every day for the last week of school. When he came home yesterday, several of his friends had written cute messages on his shirt. They are all girls, BTW. He was very concerned about not washing out what they had written.
He also decided recently to get a summer haircut. We got it done last night after tennis. Here's the new 'do:
Hair gets oily and sweaty, and contributes to acne, is his reasoning, and I think he is correct. I told him the only problem with this haircut is that is makes him look too grownup!
I have decided to spend some time this summer trying to get things in my house cleaned up, give away a lot of my junk, and throw out a lot of stuff I don't need or want. It's a project that will take a while. Just deciding which of my 5,000 books to give away will be a challenge. I feel compelled to do it, though. I have entirely too many THINGS, and I want far fewer.
I am not looking forward to this weekend. In fact, I dread it. Memorial Day weekend, 1972, was when my beloved Papaw died. Today in 1996 was the day my dad was finally diagnosed with cancer. It's just never been a good weekend for our family. Hopefully this year it will be drama-free and relaxing.
