Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Thirteen Years Old
My goal before this week is out is to tell a few stories pertaining to Mathews and/or Gloucester, our neighboring county, instead of going on and on about my dysfunctional family. (Don't knock me over with your sighs of relief, I'm right there with ya. Have been for some time.)
Today I shot some pictures of the Old Mill Skating Rink in Gloucester, which is chock full of memories and stories, enough to fill a book. I'd also like to shoot some pictures of the Court House, which is the closest thing we have to a downtown area, and write a bit about that.
Like most good intentions I have, something will probably happen to prevent me from following through, such as:
*We will have a tornado and the last 2 remaining shutters (one on the front of the house, the other on the back side) are blown off, or
*My car will break down, or the tires will blow out since I haven't tended to them in, oh, hmmmm, well now, never, and I need the car to commute the 50+ miles (one-way) to work, or
* Someone will show up at my doorstep with a straight jacket and injectable sedative and gently guide me to the padded van due to the above, plus this:
I woke up today the mother of a TEENAGER, and I am absolutely beside myself. One day I was 13, then I blinked, now I have a 13-year-old son.
Can someone please ask the nice folks in the padded van to hurry up?
Happy Birthday, Chesapeake Bay Son! I love you madly.
You are the greatest son a mother could ever hope for. And far more.