The preternatural steely skies seem to have no idea that today is July first. Between that and the iglooic temperatures kept in the office, I tend to forget it’s actually summer. And then I get home and the boy and I maneuver a twin bed frame from one room to another and swish the vacuum and the broom around a bit and my forehead and neck dampen with sweat. I’m leaning down in front of a swamp cooler, holding my hair up and thinking, well shit, it IS summer.
Today is also my lovely little sister’s fifteenth birthday. To consider what I’d done, was doing, and would soon discover at her age makes me want to stick her in the middle of barbed wire play pen. She has a dad and an older brother sharing a house with her but it’s the sister residing twenty minutes away that is considering buying a shotgun. Ya know, as a warning to the gentlemen callers who don’t have her home by 7:30pm.
It’s that pesky probation that won’t allow me to purchase a firearm until 2020. But I think if I tell the judge, ‘you don’t understand. There’s going to be teenage boys near my kid sister…’ he’d totally let up on that one.
My poor daughter, right? When puberty strikes, she moves to the basement, where she’ll be home schooled and hidden from the light of day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRENNA! I love you!
-CJ
of note: didn’t she JUST turn 14?
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Comment by Brenna July 2, 2010 @ 4:09 am