More to do about Nothing

First day back to work was relatively un-eventful. I had a lot of people exclaim, “You’re not dead!?” I’m not sure how to take that. Do they like me and missed me, or do they not like me and a little disappointed that I returned. It makes you want to think a little. Altogether, I’m glad to be back, if only because it means I am not dieing anymore. That really sucked!

My wife is involved in some stupid city production. I hate it when she does this. I am proud of her talents, but I want my house cleaned, and the kids want their mommy. It never fails, the last week of practice, the week where she is gone EVERY NIGHT, is the one week she shouldn’t be gone because she is needed more at home than anywhere else. Someday things will change, but probably not until after the kids can drive themselves, and we have the money for them all to have their own cars.

I want the kids to buy old cars and restore them. I think that way they will appreciate their cars and won’t go do the things I did as a new driver. If they know how much work goes into keeping the cars running, I don’t think I’ll have much of a problem with them speeding, tailgating, reckless driving, not changing the oil. I think they would be more responsible. Course, we are going to need a garage for them to work on the cars, and again, more money. But it is a nice ideal. Something to strive for. If not for them, at least for me!