The visit

My son left last Wednesday.  It was really good to see him.

Hippie went and picked them up from the airport and took the girlfriend to her mom's and brought our son home.  They had taken the red-eye flight.  Where they live there's a 3 hour difference.  They left at midnight their time and got here about 10 a.m. our time.  Needless to say when he came in, he looked like death warmed over so I got to say hi for two seconds and he went straight to bed.  The first week was spent visiting mom, going to the family picnic and them having friends over for days and nights.  The girlfriend left the following Wednesday.  

By that time, my son reverted back to when he was a teenager and stayed up all night and slept all day. The basement where they stayed was a mess.  The more things change, the more they stay the same lol.

I pretty much didn't cook the whole time he was here.  We ate out a lot or brought stuff in.   


All in all, it was nice having him home.   My expectations were high which I should know better but I did get to talk to him about a bunch of things which was good, ha.   

MIA -again & Regrets I've had a few

I just came back and I'll probably be posting only sporadically after today.  My son is coming home in a few days and will be here for 2 weeks. I've got some stuff to do before he get's here.  I'm sure when he's here, I won't have a lot of  computer time.  Since he's going to be here longer there's a much greater chance we'll get to spend more time with him.  I'm so excited to see him ;-) 

I've got my Alphabe-Thursday's done for the next two weeks already so I can at least make sure I don't flunk out of summer school.   

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When hippie and I were dating, he was a BIG Pink Floyd fan.  I loved them too, but not as much as he did.  I believe it was in 1975, they were supposed to play at Three Rivers Stadium in Pittsburgh.  Hippie got tickets for us.  We were so excited about going to it.

Shortly, before the concert we were arguing.  I think we even may have broken up.  Anyhow, I still could have gone with him to the concert but I refused to go.   He got in his little yellow VW Beetle and went by himself.  Ha, that'll show him I thought.

He had a grand old time and I sat home on my butt, doing nothing.  We got back together after he returned and I always regretted not going to that concert.

He saved the unused ticket all these years,  ha.

Ride em Cowboy

When my son was little I was looking out the front and noticed a man walking down the street with a pony.  I always wanted to have my son's picture taken on one, so I hurried up and we went outside.  It was the first and last time I ever saw the guy.  It was a good thing I happened to be looking out and saw him. It was taken with one of those old Polaroid cameras.