Today is my mother’s birthday. Yes, three days after her father, two after my younger brother.
When it comes to the date, it’s almost as if there was some sort of event in February that might prompt people to form babby.
She’s still down visiting her dad for his birthday on Monday. So what to write about? I don’t even know, really. I’m kinda spent after my missive about recruiters earlier on control-h.org.
I think the guy who I called after writing that called me back, but I was too busy to answer.
Apology delivered, or something. Whether it was accepted, I don’t know. It’s like my parents taught me something, or something.
At the same time, I really don’t care whether it was accepted. I did feel bad about upsetting him, but he’s making money off what I view as an unconscionable system.
I’m taking tomorrow off to help pack for our move on Saturday. I’m still very much of the let-someone-else-do-it, and sort everything out later mentality. Part of a life spent with the Army. My mother had likely never been east of Pensacola, or west of Houston when she got on an airplane to go be with her Infantry 2nd Lieutenant husband whose unit had been moved out of Vietnam to Japan.
Fingers crossed that we should be finished with pretty much everything by a week from now.