WHILE SUNDAY IS SUPPOSED TO BE A DAY OF REST AND FUN, THERE IS ANOTHER TWIST ON MY PART:IT’S CLEANUP DAY! THE HOUSE, THE BRAIN, THE DECISIONS, AND THE ONGOING WAR OF THE WINSLOWS! I KNOW, I KNOW, WE ALL HAVE THESE THINGS, BUT THIS PARTICULAR FAMILY HAS A PROBLEM WITH TECHNO!
ONE LIKES TO TEXT, ONE LIKES TO TALK, ONE LIKES E-MAIL, YOU GET THE PICTURE. AND NOBODY TALKS TO EACH OTHER, THEY GO BETWEEN ONE OR THE OTHER, SO IT’S ALL HEARSAY IN SOME WAY. WHAT A PAIN IN THE ASS.
SORRY, BUT THAT’S THE IDEA THAT CROSSES MY MIND WHEN THE TIME TO HASH OUT THE WEEKS GRIEF COMES AROUND. THIS PERIOD IS USUALLY SUNDAY MORNING, LAUNDRY TIME, GAZING OUT THE LOGGIA GLASS AT THE DEER AND THE GOLFERS, LISTENING TO MORE AND MORE STINGING STORIES.
I HAVE TRIED TO HELP, I HAVE TRIED TO STAY QUIET, I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING… AND NOW I AM SHARING MY PECULIAR AVERSION TO FAMILY FIGHTS WITH YOU. IF YOU ARE IN THIS NASTY CLUB, LET’S ALL SEND UP A CHEER FOR THOSE GROUPS OF PEOPLE BORN TOGETHER WHO ACTUALLY HAVE SOME FUN WITH EACH OTHER:)
I RETREAT TO THE OTHER SIDE OF MY LIFE, WHERE THINGS ARE FONDLY SOFT AND MY BROTHER TELLS TALES OF THE GIGANTES BIG WIN LAST NIGHT: A NO HITTER! YUP, IT’S COME TO THIS: BASEBALL COMFORTS ME, ITS SO NORMAL!
XX:JW