"Do Everything Day...." April 17, 2000

"Do Everything Day...." April 17, 2000

Half Before Midnight...

....and if yesterday was a "Do Nothing Day", well, today was anything butt.

I had a tremendously full schedule of clients today, which is not a good thing for me on any given Monday. I did not even have time to squeeze in a much needed nap this afternoon as is routine after a weekend of living large.

But I made it through the day, nonetheless, even if I almost fell asleep on one or two of my clients waiting for the next tutorial question.

Sometimes, I wish they were more equipped to work independently. If they were, however, they probably would not be clients to begin with. What a paradox.

This evening I had to vacate the premises early as The Goddess was playing hostess to a candle party. I have to give her credit, she saves time by getting together with her girlfriends and spending money all in one shot, even if it is money that we do not have.

I decided to head to Chapter's in search of some books for my Dad. He turns 60 tomorrow. I am not sure what the plans are in honour of the festive occasion, but I am confident that they will not include The Goddess and me. While I have imposed some boundaries around getting together with my sister, my parents always figure that those boundaries also include them, no matter what I do to prove otherwise.

They are much more content to come into town and spend time with her than they are to come and visit me, even though I am only a ten minute drive from my sister's.

Nevertheless, I did find a couple of wonderful golf books for Dad, the kind that make great coffee table and reading material all in one. Given the fact that he is a golf fanatic, I am sure he will like them. Once people get to a certain age, at tleast in my family, they become increasingly more difficult to buy for.

And hopefully I will be able to get the gifts to him tomorrow, although I am not sure what his and my mother's plans are. What makes the situation even more tense and frustrating is the fact that my mother has decided to align her opinions with my sister, which makes it arduous for me to call them at home. As I told her, what hapens between sis and I is none of her business. Unfortunately, my sister makes it her business, and my mother seems to lack the skills to be objective.

I am rambling.

I love you, Dad. Happy Birthday.

I have presents for you; I didn't forget.....

....Blessed Be...