She's coming home. Finally. She's been away with friends in Portland. Or camping. She's not being clear with me. She's probably not being honest, really. Is it old fashioned that I demand honesty from my friends and family?
I'll be off most of the day. Cleaning out the attic. Or trying to.
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I must admit I have been following your blog closely and whilst I appreciate family matters are your private concern I am truly happy for you that your daughter is comming home.
Hope you don't over exert yourself in that attic mind!
Ah, the parents/children relationship. I'm certainly no expert on the matter. Ever since high school I've developed a weird relationship with my father. I can't even remember when exactly things got "weird", nor the reason. Sometimes it's like everything he does bothers me, then at other times I respect him immensely and grant him his way of life.
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