One Foot on a Banana Peel

I didn’t watch the Oscars.  I don’t think I’ve even seen any of the movies that were nominated.  I don’t care who looked beautiful and who was a fashion disaster.  Sorry.

Hoo-whoopin’-ray….it’s the last Monday of February.  And it’s just as gray as all the other days have been.  It’s bright spot?  We didn’t get slammed with yesterday’s predicted ice storm.  Just lots and lots of rain, which when combined with all the melting snow means everything is a big mud hole.  Oh well, I just keep telling myself it means Spring is on the way.  Here’s a cartoon that I thought perfectly captured my feelings for February (click on it to enlarge).

Comic from GoComics

Matt and Ashlei (YES! I spelled it right the first time) came home yesterday and are staying until this afternoon.  We didn’t have a talk of any sort with Matt, though he knows we want to talk to him.  Right up until the last minute I thought Tim and I were going to sit down with him, but then Tim went to bed. 

Sigh.  Tim so hates to deal with anything that might be unpleasant that he will avoid it at all costs.  I’m not really anticipating a big scene with Matt.  We’d just like to talk to him about his plans and priorities and maybe exactly where his "official" residence is.  Just a chat, maybe a wee bit of parental guidance.  Definitely no judgement.  I don’t want to end up in the same boat as Tim’s sister and her husband whose son hasn’t spoken to them in months.  They missed out on his wedding and the birth of their first grandchild because of some angry words exchanged between them.  Their hearts are broken and their son isn’t opening any doors to give them a chance to patch things up.  Anyway, guess that’s on hold for another time.

***Matt and Ashlei are gone.  After sitting here watching them carry a LOT of Matt’s stuff out to the car, I had to say something.  So, when Matt hugged me goodbye I asked him if he was making it official.  He asked what so I spelled it out for him…Y-O-U A-R-E-N-’T L-I-V-I-N-G H-E-R-E A-N-Y-M-O-R-E.  He got a rather sheepish grin on his face and mumbled his way through something that sounded like, "Yeah, I get better rates on school if I’m living there."  Okay, I guess, (No, it isn’t but what am I going to say?)  but I suggested the next time he’s home visiting we hoe out the garbage dump/storage area laughingly refered to as a bedroom.  I promised there will always be a bed here for him, but if he isn’t living here then I’d like to have the room back to where those of us who do live here can use it.  Tim was about me asking that, but Matt was fine with it.  And I called Tim to tell him the "news."  I think he considers anything with Matt now handled and is greatly relieved that he doesn’t have to say anything.  He admitted to being afraid of alienating Matt.