Marching on

Apparently the cold/cough of 5th grade wore me down so much that I couldn’t blog. Here is how the other years went.

March 20

9th grade: mom told us she had a date Sat. night. I’m happy 4 her (I think)

I think. Oh, 14 year-old me, can I give you a big hug? It’s obviously difficult when a parent starts to date. I remember being happy but sad, and confused. Yup, all of it and it all checks out. If memory serves me right she went on one date with this guy and that was it. She would eventually date one guy and then another who she married. My stepfather was a gem, one of the good ones.

It strikes me funny that this was the first post for a while. It meant something to me and I needed to put it into words but I couldn’t find the right ones. Or the reality of why she was dating was too much.

March 21

9: I stepped on a needle & had to call [aunt] to take me to the hospital because it was 1/2 way in. It was gross.

Ah, a story still talked about today. It was a sewing needle that my mom dropped in the carpet. I stepped on it with my bare (or maybe a socked) foot, right into the heel. I couldn’t pull it out myself and no one was home. Remember the olden days before cell phones? So I called my aunt, a nurse, who came over to look at it and was concerned that I could have an infection. As a precaution I went to the ER where another aunt came by (seriously, how great are these women). The ER couldn’t do anything since I was a minor and my parent was not there to authorize them removing a needle from my foot. You know, the off chance that my mom actually wanted the needle in my foot. Eventually a doctor walked by, looked at my foot and yanked the thing out and told the nurse to clean it and bandage it. When my mom got home I told her the story and her response was “Oh, I was wondering what happened to that needle”.

March 22

Today is mom’s date [date] is kinda nice. I think [cousin] is psychic.

Ok, I’m confused. This was the guy that she dated for a while, I thought there was someone before that. Maybe there was and I didn’t write about it. This is my problem with journaling, I get bogged down by the details since I have a computer memory. Also, did the fella come by and pick my mom up? Maybe it wasn’t a first date. Who would introduce the kids on the first date?

No idea about the psychic thing, probably just some coincidences.

I recently saw that the house (it was a 2 family) where we lived during this time was for sale. It is odd looking at the pictures and instantly recognizing parts of it despite the upgrades and changes. We lived there for 2 years but a lot of memories.