Home sweet home, well it would be...
In my dreams, teenagers are young adults with an eye to their future. They are relatively polite and respect the hand that feeds them. They exercise common sense when presented with choices.
That is my fantasy, reality is another thing altogether.
My summer has been all about teenagers. The problem with keeping a tight rein on a group of teenagers is that it is more confining for the parent than it is for the teenagers. I have been busy watching, worrying, and stepping-in when necessary. I can honestly say that she required less input as a newborn needing to be fed every few hours.
The factory is not doing recalls on this model.
I hope to return on a regular basis as soon as school reconvenes and routines are established. Until then, I have decided that since I have nothing nice to say, I will say nothing at all. In this case the old adage, "least said, soonest mended", may have merit.
Kindest regards to those who have missed me. I miss me too!
|RECIPES :: Cast
The Great Escape
By the Easy Chair
A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth
Currently reading page 563.
The many voices of youth.
"It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideals which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded."
M. Somerset Maugham, "Of Human Bondage", 1915.
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