It’s been a warm couple of days and S‘s visit has been less than pleasant. Paranoia rampant. Inflation rampant. Three dinners at Becky‘s last night $122; Three breakfast at BreaLu this morning $62 both with 20% tips added Neither comfortable company S left about noon and returned almost immediately with terrible stomach, upset, and explanation of why Big argument and rage over logic of blame placing
The three of us left struggled to put in the air conditioner and succeeded despite that painful interlude.
We had a wonderful talk with I. We played A’s alphabet city game . We discussed our careers, his college experience and hopes the future. I disclosed the circumstances of his birth and hope his dad won’t mind if it comes up for them Maybe I was out of line, but I get the sense that they don’t really talk much, as much he reveres and loves his dad.
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