Well, my nuclear family, the one I created, has got back together. So far, no one has gone nuclear, although I have to admit, yesterday evening it was a near thing. Two daughters, two fellas, one granddaughter, all stuffed into the space that the two of us fill comfortably with our wishes wants and needs. (It was crowded with us and the two daughters. As they grow, they keep bringing more and more people back with them.)
Do they ever leave and stay away?
Do we want them to?
Doesn’t everyone need a fallback plan?
I remember that I returned, reluctantly, to my ‘family home’ (while we still had one) several times. Home being the place you go to when you can’t go anywhere else. Oddly enough, I feel the same way sometimes about my home here. Since I haven’t been working, I sometimes feel trapped and stuck here in the same way I did back then when I was learning how to live.
I guess I probably did something right, that they know that home is home. That family is family. One reason for last night’s invasion was Big Sis wanting to see Little Sis now that she has returned from faraway NEW YORK STATE.
Me, I just want to know where they are, and that they are doing okay. Preferably at a — short — distance.
But, that’s not the hand I had a hand in dealing. For now I’ll just try to be happy at knowing where she is and what she’s doing. Even if it is (grinding teeth) Nothing.
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