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Putting My House in Order
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:29 amThis morning, it seems, is about putting my house in order -- in all senses of that phrase. In the literal sense, I took a broken porch window to the hardware store to get it repaired. Our porch windows are rickity, and the other day I slammed the door too hard and down came the storm window and shattered into bits. Luckily, the S&S Hardware store on Fairview still repairs screens and windows, so I took it there and paid a whopping $40 to get it fixed (in about six days. Our porch windows are HUGE.)
Now I need to compose an email to my estranged brother-"in-law." We fell out several years ago over my right to parent my son. As in, he thought I didn't have any, and, well, the law (and more importantly the love that cements my family) says I do. I need to compose this email because I promised that as the holiday season approached, I would make a salvo, so that, at the very least, if we pass each other at a family gathering I won't be tempted to blurt out something out-of-contex and hurtful because so much has gone unsaid between us for so long. Also, he may show up in our backyard to pick up stuff of his that had been stored in our attic, which is now in our garage.
Oh, yeah, and I should probably mow, since the grass in the backyard is about a foot long thanks to the rain and the roofers.
Now I need to compose an email to my estranged brother-"in-law." We fell out several years ago over my right to parent my son. As in, he thought I didn't have any, and, well, the law (and more importantly the love that cements my family) says I do. I need to compose this email because I promised that as the holiday season approached, I would make a salvo, so that, at the very least, if we pass each other at a family gathering I won't be tempted to blurt out something out-of-contex and hurtful because so much has gone unsaid between us for so long. Also, he may show up in our backyard to pick up stuff of his that had been stored in our attic, which is now in our garage.
Oh, yeah, and I should probably mow, since the grass in the backyard is about a foot long thanks to the rain and the roofers.