I'm Sailing Awaaaayyyyy... Growing Up in 2005 Contines At a Brisk Pace
I am so proud of me. Look at me - I am just rolling with the change, no freaking out or temper tantrums here. No sir. I am totally zen about everything.
I am so calm that root vegetables look at me and go "Whoa. That is one calm chica!"
I think the eluding part of adulthood that I was only able to grasp recently, is that change is not good, nor bad, it is just different. Without change, there would be very little plot to stories, watching television now would be like watching television in the seventies with the static characters, and you would never ever never have new furniture. So embrace change, because the concept of change is just very necessary to finishing vids, or something.
So, this weekend I learned that my parents sold the farm and bought a boat.
And this is a good thing. It is. They love this boat - I mean, it is pretty easy to see Mom loves having the boat and being on the boat, but I haven't seen Daddy this excited about something that did not involve shooting at unarmed animals in... well, ever. So this is a good thing.
Cappy out on the water with nothing to do at all is not a good thing. The girl, she picks out of boredom and after about an hour of it, you start to believe that there really might be deep problems in your life, the life you liked just fine, and possibly you need to quit drinking. Then you remember that you very rarely drink at all anymore, since you decided to quit going out to bars unless you really wanted to go out to bars and the answer turned out to be: you don't really want to go out that much. You might point this out to Cappy - but then she will just start in on how you are essentially a hermit and have deep issues and she is concerned.
I dread the day I am on a boat with both her and Dawn. Next time I plan on bringing games and such to distract the child (ohh - Nightwing is a very good distraction) but if Dawn is there, then the only place I might be able to actually get some peace will be overboard.
I need an iPod.
Now - I am handling the sale of the farm I grew up on totally, amazingly well. If my parents decided to sell the other farm, my grandfather's farm, I will also take that totally well. Unless they don't want to sell it, cause then I do want it. Maybe. But it is theirs and this is their kinda sorta retirement (who opens a tire store when they retire? Who? People open bars when they retire - but my parents open a service center. This cracks me up). They should live it up.
They are selling the house next (they kept the house and about 5 acres surrounding it...cause that is the yard). I have known about this and support the building of another house at the old farm. Coolness.
I was a bit thrown when Mom mentioned, potentially, just buying a houseboat. Mainly because they live in Kentucky. South central Kentucky. Where are they gonna sail to? Tennessee?
Also - seven dogs on several acres is one thing. Seven dogs on a houseboat (even if 3 are water dogs) could get cramped.
And where will the horses sleep?
ETA: AND WHAT ABOUT THE COWS??!! I can't believe that Daddy would willingly sell Split Ear or Number 42.
I am so calm that root vegetables look at me and go "Whoa. That is one calm chica!"
I think the eluding part of adulthood that I was only able to grasp recently, is that change is not good, nor bad, it is just different. Without change, there would be very little plot to stories, watching television now would be like watching television in the seventies with the static characters, and you would never ever never have new furniture. So embrace change, because the concept of change is just very necessary to finishing vids, or something.
So, this weekend I learned that my parents sold the farm and bought a boat.
And this is a good thing. It is. They love this boat - I mean, it is pretty easy to see Mom loves having the boat and being on the boat, but I haven't seen Daddy this excited about something that did not involve shooting at unarmed animals in... well, ever. So this is a good thing.
Cappy out on the water with nothing to do at all is not a good thing. The girl, she picks out of boredom and after about an hour of it, you start to believe that there really might be deep problems in your life, the life you liked just fine, and possibly you need to quit drinking. Then you remember that you very rarely drink at all anymore, since you decided to quit going out to bars unless you really wanted to go out to bars and the answer turned out to be: you don't really want to go out that much. You might point this out to Cappy - but then she will just start in on how you are essentially a hermit and have deep issues and she is concerned.
I dread the day I am on a boat with both her and Dawn. Next time I plan on bringing games and such to distract the child (ohh - Nightwing is a very good distraction) but if Dawn is there, then the only place I might be able to actually get some peace will be overboard.
I need an iPod.
Now - I am handling the sale of the farm I grew up on totally, amazingly well. If my parents decided to sell the other farm, my grandfather's farm, I will also take that totally well. Unless they don't want to sell it, cause then I do want it. Maybe. But it is theirs and this is their kinda sorta retirement (who opens a tire store when they retire? Who? People open bars when they retire - but my parents open a service center. This cracks me up). They should live it up.
They are selling the house next (they kept the house and about 5 acres surrounding it...cause that is the yard). I have known about this and support the building of another house at the old farm. Coolness.
I was a bit thrown when Mom mentioned, potentially, just buying a houseboat. Mainly because they live in Kentucky. South central Kentucky. Where are they gonna sail to? Tennessee?
Also - seven dogs on several acres is one thing. Seven dogs on a houseboat (even if 3 are water dogs) could get cramped.
And where will the horses sleep?
ETA: AND WHAT ABOUT THE COWS??!! I can't believe that Daddy would willingly sell Split Ear or Number 42.