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The Quest for the Parenting Grail

Journal, Day 24

7/7/2017

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The air felt pregnant with rain by evening, and the clouds gave the appearance of potential moisture diving to meet the earth. After a very stressful evening, the benefactor arrived home, and invited the elder female for walk to the local food stand, in order to procure dinner.
 
Small flashes of lightning turned on an off above, and a few meaty drops fell their way to the pavement. The short jaunt gave the benefactor and elder female, KK, the opportunity to air grievances and discuss some of the recent hardships each has been enduring. At the co-op, they selected their items, and KK attempted to barter away her goat cheese to convince the benefactor to buy her new earrings. The benefactor reminded her that jewelry cannot be ingested.
 
Returning home, the benefactor attempted to reach the elder male, for whom he had received communication earlier in the day that curfew has been overlooked, and that he was caught on another floor without the proper accompaniment. The only response was the elder male asking the benefactor to provide a package packed with green chile, much to the chagrin of the benefactor, as the elder male never apologized for his viciousness. He sent a typed communication stating that his apology did not reach its destination. Whether this is to believed, the benefactor has decided to move on in the spirit of forgiveness.
 
KK then resumed her cultural study of Manhattan teenagers, aka Gossip Girl, while the benefactor performed calisthenics to relieve the pressure and stress of what has been, at times, an overwhelming week.
 
This morning, the benefactor drove the elder female to her daily activities, slightly tardy due to KK’s languishing morning routine. When they arrived, KK’s master plan to arrive later, deduced by the benefactor, to avoid being greeted by the masses was thwarted by a throng of students and educators celebrating each new arrival with song and clapping. Or, as she eloquently whispered under her breath, “f*** my life.”
 
Hopefully the weekend brings good tidings, much rest, and less stress for all.

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