I hope the rest will help your next swim be more like you want them to be, sara.
Blackberries were not as bad as I had feared. Still bad, but they had only superficially overgrown the path to the orange trees I hacked a couple months ago. I filled my yard waste bin (which will be picked u tomorrow, so I can start again pretty soon) and was able to actually reach a couple of oranges that seem to still not be ripe - roack hard and don't want to come off the branch. The other tree, which ripened in January, appears to have a second harvest fruiting, which is a nice surprise.
And I haven't had breakfast yet. Oops.
That's probably just something I should do when I wake up at 4am and don't have to leave for work until after 8: prune the blackberries.
Consuela,
Oh I am so sorry. For your loss and the not inconsiderable stress involved with out of contact staff. I just can't even imagine.
Emmett is up and remorseful. He cried a little when he thought about what he put his friends through. I emphasized that they risked getting in trouble themselves by putting his welfare first. Laura will undoubtedly suffer some consequences for his drinking. That made him feel bad.
I talked to him about making this kind of mistake. That he needs to make amends, particularly with Laura's parents.
He's a little shaken up but okay. Drinking Gatorade.
I feel like heaving violently after reading that combo. Much less consuming it myself.
Suela, peace to you and your family. I am so sorry.
I feel like heaving violently after reading that combo. Much less consuming it myself.
Apparently he only had half a shot of Absinthe. So it was mostly just the horror of peach flavored vodka.
We also talked about the exciting notion that when you drink it impairs your judgment and how it gets harder to know when to stop or slow down your drinking.
He really feels genuinely contrite and remorseful about it. And not because he physically feels bad now, but because he let down his friends and parents.
I am from Hicksville, and the things available to me as a teenager were beer, and possibly MadDog 20/20. And both of those were disgusting. I didn't drink much until I could buy my own, and I really only like gimlets and red wine.
I'm sorry, Consuela. Much love to you and your family.
Peace be with you, Consuela.
Seeing the binge drinking every weekend in college reinforced my inclination that one drink would do to get me through a party. I've gotten really drunk only once in my life, and that's only because some "friends" were spiking my orange juice. I really hate my perceptions being messed with, and vibrating wallpaper was not fun.
