Just blame me
It has happened again.
Once I say something or do something, life takes a twist to prove me wrong.
Take the heatwave we have been having in Ireland. The hottest period since nineteen seventy something? Yes, that was all down to me. We had been having one of the worst late winters in donkey’s years and at the beginning of May I ordered a full tank of oil. Immediately the weather took a turn for the better and I haven’t used the heating since. You cannot possibly claim that’s a coincidence?
Then yesterday I smugly wrote that I had spare time to spend on myself. You guessed it – suddenly I am up to my eyes in stuff.
There are family problems. Nothing serious, just Granddaughter the Elder being a teeneager. You know the sort of stuff – tears, tantrums, fights, slamming of doors – and that’s just her mother. GtE is ten times worse. I told Daughter that it will pass. I didn’t tell her that she only has about five or six years of that, or the fact that when GtE is growing out of it, Grandson the Younger will be in full teenage swing, followed a few years later by Granddaughter the Younger. All in all she has the best part of two decades ahead. Poor kid.
And then there’s a wee project that I mentioned previously just as an aside. That is coming to fruition and with a bit of luck will be ready in a day or two.
Watch this space.
Except I think with today’s youth the teenage years last until they turn 30.
Just to 30? Heck, I’ve known a few in their 40’s that seem to have stopped maturing at the age of 15 or so. Must be something in the air?
Which space would that be?
The space that appeared today [https://headrambles.com/2018/07/18/smoking-on-ethics/]. Were you watching?
I’m glad you didn’t tell Daughter “all the rest” as you described above. I don’t think Daughter could handle it.
She’ll find it all out for herself. Remembering her teenage years, I just consider it Karma!