Shit Barrel

Gramma, 

It's hot and sunny with no wind. It's supposed to rain later today.  I hope so.  Yesterday I went to buy wild bird seed and came home from Fleet Farm $300.00 lighter.  Plants were seventy-five percent off.  I also bought candy.  I had to go home and get the truck.  The back of my van could only fit so much.  No garage-sales for the rest of this month. 

I've been planting for a three hours and need to take an extended break.  Too much heat makes me sick and I end up down for the rest of the day.  I'm resisting the urge to take a nap.  I've eaten a pound of maple nut goodies and the sugar spike doesn't help.  Princess, my minnie Aussie, is in heat.  She is whiney and taking a nap.  Nobody would know if I took a nap too.  But, I am full of dirt, so no. 

My daughter-in-law seems to be avoiding me--not returning my calls.  I wanted the kids for a few days during the week.  They keep me upright.  The hell with it, just an hour is all.  An hour and twenty minutes later, I head back out to dig more holes.  I wasn't sleeping, but I wasn't moving. 

Girlfriend called this morning to tell me how crappy her mini-vacation was.  She took her soon to be ex-husband's sister with her.  Why is beyond me.  Icky Vicky whined the whole time about her husband and her brother.  The rule was that neither of those things were up for discussion.  Vicky said she didn't think that was going to work for her and wouldn't shut up.  No hotel reservations over the Fourth equaled a $200.00 a night room.  They came back from Michigan early. 

Another girlfriend called to tell me the latest drama with her kids.  One of her grandsons didn't want to hang out with his cousin while gramma spent time with her sisters.  So brat boy calls his daddy and protests loudly.  Daddy calls gramma and gives her what for about not watching his kids (for free). 

Gramma dropped the kids off anyway.  The granddaughter tells the her aunt, a new mother, that she is a baby killer.  One of her children died in a freak accident last year.  Of course, she heard that from her dad, who is, of course, an asshole.  So, the texting started between the two brothers. 

"You're a bad parent.  Your kid died because you weren't watching him." 

"You're a bad parent.  Maybe you should have given your daughter up for adoption at birth so she wouldn't have gotten molested by your in-laws. 

"You should get a job and maybe your wife wouldn't fuck around on you with your best friend, loser." 

You should quit your job and quit embarrassing dad with your shitty work."  (They work for the same outfit and the kid is a fuckup.)   "Shove another turkey baster of meth up your ass." 

Things deteriorated from there.  We all have something.  I am grateful for the peace and quiet of this day.  It is not my turn in the shit barrel.