It's 10/10/10 today. Such a, for lack of a better term, tri-fecta will happen only twice more this century, which means I'll never see this again. It is comforting to think that someone on 10 October 1910 was thinking the same thing as was someone on 10 October 1810, and someone on 10 October 2110 will also. It was an ordinary day. Wish I could say it was a magical day, and I guess it was b/c I'm alive to see it.
Walking Kea tonight, we went passed a house where I could hear the mother yelling at her children about getting to bed right then, or they'd be going to bed earlier tomorrow night. It sounded so horrible coming through their open windows to threaten the calm, quiet evening. I know I've yelled similar ultimatums at my daughters when they were younger, but I don't ever remember Mom yelling things like that at me. I don't remember her yelling at me, period. Maybe, being the youngest, I didn't suffer the threats b/c she'd figured out the whole mother thing by the time she got around to raising me. I have an unusual sibling relationship in that Ron is 16 years older than I, David 14 years, and Lori six years. Each of us, except for David, is basically the oldest child. A family w/ three, oldest children is bound to be screwed up, right? Maybe Mom did yell at me and I just don't remember it. I actually hope that's the case b/c that means there's hope that my girls won't remember me yelling at them.
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