Pounding

I was once awakened by the sound of gun shots, and I've been awakened by civil war cannons going off, but this morning I was awakened, for the second time in less than a month, by my neighbor pounding on her back door because she had locked herself out of her house.

Donna pounded for more than 20 minutes before she was able to wake her aunt to let her in the house. The woman needs to get one of those hide-a-key things and leave it outside somewhere. I don't know why she is even locking the door for the two minutes it takes her to drive her daughter around the corner for school.

I really wanted to go and blow off some steam at her, but God must have seen fit to wake Lily to let her in before I decided to put my clothes on and yell at her. I am thankful for that because it would really not have been very Christ-like of me.

Yesterday the high school was cancelled because of fog. That is rare around here. They usually just cancel the bus that Tate rides, but they still hold classes, which means either Tate misses a day of school or we have to figure out how to get him there ourselves. I think that is rediculous. It is like we are being discriminated against because of where we live. First of all, a school bus is a lot safer than driving him to school in one of our vehicles would be. In New York, when they cancelled the busses, they cancelled classes as well.

The school system here is completely backwards. When I went to school we had 7 classes a day, each class was 45 minutes long, and the schedule rotated daily, so that if someone had a time of day when their ability to learn crashed, they would not have the same class at that same time of day every day. The system worked very well, as far as I was concerned. Here, they have only 3 classes a day, and each class is 2 and 1/2 hours long. A teenager's attention span does not last that long. It is a recipie for failure. I should write to the school board about it.

I still feel exhausted. With Tate home all day yesterday, I had to play referee again; could not leave him and Todd alone together. Still, I am thankful that there has not been a fist fight between them since I started this blog, so if anybody out there has prayed for us, I want to sincerely thank you. Your prayers have made a difference.

I am still praying for our financial situation to ease up. I just want to be able to pay all my bills, have good food on my table every day, and maybe a little something for recreation and emergencies.

Todd's birthday is coming up on the 8th. I don't know what to do for him yet. Valentine's Day is less than a week after that. It will be the 8th anniversary of the day that Todd's best friend, Mike committed suicide. I miss Mike so much. Hard to believe it has been 8 whole years. The pain is still so fresh when I think about it. All the questions his death left unanswered are still unanswered.

My friend Tiffany posted pictures of her baby on Facebook. She is the most beautiful little girl you ever saw! She was supposed to be born by planned c-section on February 2nd, but she made her arrival in the world three days early. Her name is Charlotte Patricia. Someone asked if they were going to call her Charlie Pat, and someone else suggested Char Pay.