Flashback 1985

My father is in the breezeway, and I think he's still on the telephone because I don't think my grandparents are home yet. He's upset about something and swearing in a very hotheaded, angry manner.

And suddenly, I'm 10 years old again and my stomach feels like a washing machine on spin cycle. I want to see if he's okay, and yet I don't want to leave the security of the office.

Gah.

It's named for Albert Gary, of judiciary fame.

I have all of this free time and I don't know what to do with it. I guess I really am incapable of just winding down. Now I have the house to myself - Dad's gone to try to get some work done (but he promised me that he's picking Sean up, because his pinched nerve is really bothering him), and the grandparents are at BJ's. Yay. Quiet house. No televisions. Yay.

I spent a good part of the morning trying to map out my father's life for him. My brother and I are on a crusade to get him to sell all of his business-related stuff, try to collect disability, move out of his apartment, move in with his girlfriend, and live off the rent from both apartments. It seems totally feasible to me - with disability (provided he could get a doctor to sign off on it, which doesn't seem too unlikely) and the rent from two apartments, it would be almost as much money as he made pre-heart attack, plus he would get Medicaid and be under less stress. It seems perfect to me. He is just so damned stubborn that he keeps plugging away at his job, not able to do all of the stuff he needs to do so being frustrated on top of exhausted and stressed. If we weren't so effing alike, I would be so irritated.

My girl comes tomorrow, and I can hardly wait. The last four times I've seen her, I've been stressed about school and work - this week I'm off of both and it will be the first time since New Year's that my mind will be concentrating on nothing. She was originally going to come on Wednesday morning, but both of us were getting antsy so my daddy said she could stay at his place with me, yay. Daddy rocks. I am in serious need of a girl. My dad's ickyicky waterbed is killing my lower back and my knee, which hasn't recovered from driving (I. Need. New. Knees.), and I could use some love. :)

Though the times are horribly inconvenient, I think I'm going to take the kickboxing class instead of the TKD class. This involves trying to rework my Wednesdays a bit, and having to get up early on Saturdays. But kickboxing is very yay, and Shana will be in my class which is also yay. I will have to call Master Clements and work out the details.

I'm going to try to type in the Divorce Madlibs today, since my grandfather actually has a typewriter (sheesh, does /anyone/ anymore?). I don't have the bank account number for A.'s bank account, or the numbers for A's loans, but I can type in most of the other stuff. Woot!

Tonight, I think I will do nothing but ants. Want. To. See. Girl. Now!

I was reading my hometown newspaper (The Woonsocket Call) and the writing and artwork on the editorial cartoon looked familiar. And then I realized that it was scottbateman! I was so effing excited. I was like, "Dad, Dad, I kind of know this guy, I read his online journal and stuff, wow!" It was so freaking cool. You should check him out. scottbateman totally rocks.

ObJ: I hope you're having fun with your guests!
ObK: Haven't heard from you in a while.
ObM: I love you.