Hindsight and other boring thoughts

Tonight, the Forstmanns received a telephone message from Miss Elisabeth, the younger of the two daughters. The young lady is lucky I am not her mother, for there would be severe problems and trouble for the darling girl.

In bringing up and helping to bring up the children which I have, I have learned many things. Perhaps the most important thing, in regards to Miss Elisabeth, is that one never yields so much power and authority to a child that the child establishes a mutiny. Apparently, Miss Elisabeth does not wish to come for a visit during her Spring Break. This has Oscar furious with Miss Elisabeth, and I must say it is difficult to hold him back when he decides that a grudge is in order. To the dear boy’s misogynistic mind, Miss Elisabeth’s blase’ attitude about seeing her parents is yet another proof that women are totally evil, wretched beings who will gladly hack a man’s (or anyone else’s, he has just informed me) life to pieces on a whim. This is not so of Tiffany, says he…and says I.

Here I sit, sipping Red Raspberry Leaf Tea and working on a computer; taking a small break to write in. It has been a not-entirely-peaceful day. Piers and his jealousy were prevalent early in the afternoon. It seems darling Micheal has a toothache that will not leave, and one consequence of his pain is a lack of communication with us. That is fine by me, because if something is not communicated properly, it is not my responsibility to know what was not communicated, and I steadfastly refuse to be held accountable for trouble which might spring forth as a result. It has not set well with Piers, however. This is one of the issues we must discuss with Dalia if we can ever secure her counseling services again. At this rate, it looks not promising.

A driver for a different video card has finished downloading, so I must let Jack get back to work. Take good care of yourself, darling reader.

Much love to one and all,

Thelma Louise