Saturday, December 09, 2006

7:30 on a Saturday morning....

...and the phone rings. It's my son. Of course, I have visions of bail money or a crushed fender or another broken bone since he is NEVER up that early for ANY reason. Thankfully, not this time though. He's just calling to tell us they have the day off so they're coming home for a quick visit if that's ok with us. When is a visit from the one of the kids NOT ok? Ten minutes later, the phone rings again. Yep. It's him. This time, he needs directions to a local high school. A girl in Jackson called him in Hattiesburg on his cell phone to get directions to the place in Jackson so he calls me from Hattiesburg (I'm in Jackson) so he can call her back and she can call her brother, who is probably in Memphis or something. Oh the joys of a cell phone. Meanwhile, each time the phone rings I have to wipe the glue and paint off my hands to answer it because it MIGHT be something important.

My oldest daughter asked yesterday if she can invite a friend home for Christmas too. Something about a feud with a sibling and an unwillingness (or maybe a request) to be in the same house at the same time, so she apparently has the choice of hanging around an empty college town in an empty apartment over the holidays or coming visit us. My daughter is the Pied Piper of people with bad home situations so naturally her solution is to just "adopt" her for Christmas this year. It did make me feel good to know she'd already invited her before she asked me because she knew it would be ok though. That's the same way my "spare" son came to live with us. He followed my son home one day 3 years ago and he's still here with us, even though my son hasn't lived at home for 2 years.

I finally finished the pieces of art for the blog swap thing too. I got Sombra's mailed off Tuesday and the rest will go out either today or Monday. And in my usual fashion, I was 90% finished with the original pieces when I changed horses totally and started new projects. I can never do the simple thing either and choose something that was time- but not labor- intensive. Many layers of stuff that has to dry well between layers so I'd do a bit, let it sit a day and do a bit more. At least I had the forethought to do a bunch at one time. There are definitely some tweaks necessary, but this is something I'll do more of, maybe a lot more. I have some ideas already for a few Christmas gifts with them and my fingers are crossed that the strangers from my blog like them.

3 comments:

Lisa said...

I always enjoy the tales about your children. lol Sounds like they know without question that they can count on you and that's great.

I hope you'll show us pictures of everything after they've been received.

joyce said...

You must be a very generous person. Our kids were always dragging friends home and so did we when I was a kid. One morning my mother woke up and found 17 extra people for breakfast. She just made more porridge!

Rissa said...

Everyone stateside has gotten the stuff I sent out for the arty meme...I am still waiting to hear from the overseas folks. :-) At least I followed through on something. LOL