I'm here at the park with the little'uns. That's the peak. The pit is that the 8 year old seems to be entering her teens already. She's been in a sulk since we left the house and SHE'S NOT GOING TO HAVE FUN, DAMMIT, AND NOBODY IS GOING TO MAKE HER, DAMMIT! Last week she was a delight, this week she's a surly teenager. I had forgotten how this happens. The 5 year old is still a delight, thank goodness.
My peak was receiving a letter from my county treasurer...gee, they care! My pit was opening the thing up and finding a tax bill because I own stuff...at least, I thought I owned stuff. <beatles> ♫ If you drive a car, I'll tax the street If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat If you get too cold, I'll tax the heat If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet ♫ </beatles>
So would the 8 year old rather be in her own home with her own belongings doing her own thing? It is Saturday. School steals the rest of her week.
@Mary Robi Something can be said in favor of the old addage that "kids are growing up too fast". I'm sure I heard it at 8, as my sister was then 20, and I had been an uncle for 3 years already! Being young and pre-pubertal is part of a precious gift of life, IMO, and that should be emphasized. Frank
Wednesday I happened to look at my FB news feed. I was shocked that a very dear friend of ours had just posted they had lost their 18 yr old son. We have known this couple for over 20 years, before any of their children were born . I even had diapered two of the girl when little. Mr. n Mrs L had three daughters and one son, who just turned 18 in June, as he graduated. Like all unexpected deaths we went in to shock and were full of questions. We have not seen the Mr n Mrs in several years as they moved two hours away from us, hosts of other reasons. This young boy and his 16 year old girlfriend went to a parts house to get truck parts for the ole red truck, that he, his dad and 2 BIL worked so hard on. On the way back, he was going to fast when trying to go around a deep curve. It killed them both. I cried all day Wednesday. Friday morning we left to head that way as funeral was at 2 pm. This a small country town, the dirt road kind. With 20 cars or more following a ole red pick up truck, decorated with flowers and RIP we headed to the funeral home. The truck was used to carry casket to the graveyard later instead of a hearst. It drew attention. It even caught the news paper there along with the evening news. We skipped the gravesite service as that seemed more appropriate for family, and hubby said he did not think he could handle that. Anywho this is why I have been a bit down, not posting on here. It was the ultimate Pit of a day.
That is so sad for everyone involved. How can you wrap your head around someone so young losing their life? And I agree with your husband...I couldn't handle it, either.
The peak was finally getting a $40 credit card charge dispute resolved with a company that was supposed to install a battery in my old phone. The pit was what the stock market did to my retirement account.
@John Brunner Our pits and peaks are strictly personal, not related in any way to monetary disputes, banks, neighbors, friends, or even relatives. Ain't got no retirement accounts, minor benefits (< $160/month), each S/S payday is circled on the calendar months ahead. Frank