20 February 2009
read with protective gear
My daughter´s friends have written me a letter saying how much they love me...They must want something...Sara is 15, and her Saturday night curfew is 12:30. I just heard a collective thump of all of you falling off your chairs. She also hangs out, dancing, in bars. There´s that thump again. It´s safe to get up now - she doesn´t drink or smoke. Having been through months of negotiations, I can imagine every argument that´s going through your heads. When I was 15, I was watching the Brady Bunch and going to matinees. My husband, however, was hanging out in bars. That is the norm here, and for this American lightweight it took some getting used to. Whoever said, "New York never sleeps," hasn´t been here.... Carnival starts this Sunday, which means I can expect another round of negotiations, one being on one´s best behavior, and one eating the garbanzos I have planned for lunch without complaint... and that´s just my husband...So my daughter stays out til 12:30 (her friends until 2:00-hence the note). She studies hard, watches out for her brother, and laughs at all my jokes... It could be worse...
I knew a girl who was blue. So she painted her world pink. xoxo