| Crazy bugs on the freeway |
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| Written by OG | |
| Saturday, 21 July 2007 | |
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Mountain House Crazy bugs on the freeway last night. They smashed against the windshield like a rain storm. I ran out of wiper fluid trying to wash the smear of their bodies off the windshield. It was so bad I had to stop to get more fluid. The grill of the car looks like I drove through a plague of locusts. Some “homers” were hanging out in front of the gas station and commented, “Yup. It’s that time of year” when I called Bee to look at the mess. Bugs swarmed around the Homers as they spoke. They didn’t seem to notice or mind. When back in the car, I kept feeling phantom bugs crawling on my legs, hands and ears. We got a late start coming home as Momma J was about 15 minutes late picking up the boys. I was afraid she wasn’t coming back. Sad she created this fear in us all. After she arrived J2 and I packed her car with their gear. J2 went inside while I finished up. I went inside to double check that I had everything, and found J2 walking up the stairs holding his mothers wallet and some money. “Hey, where are going with that?” “Nowhere.” “Whose is that?” “Mommas.” “Does she know you have it?” “Yes.” He lied. He tried to hide the wallet behind his back. “Let me have it.” “But momma said it’s okay.” “Yeah, no. I don’t think so. Come here.” He came down the stairs and I walked him by the collar into his mother where she sat chatting with Bee and Mom2. “Momma J, J2 has something to give you. Your wallet.” I took the black leather wallet from J2 and placed it on the table. J2 started squirming like a fish, spinning, twisting his collar tight against his throat like a noose. He fell to the floor. The money in his hand scattered all over the hardwood. “J2. Stop it. What are you doing. Pick up all those coins and give it to your mother. J2? J2? “He grunted like a little beast. “J2, pick up the coins and give them to your mother or you’re in time out.” He grunted. “Hey, dude. I don’t know what your problem is, but, ok. Time out.” I put him on the sofa. He was angry and crying with a quiet vehemence. I was shocked. All weekend he was pretty good kid. I don’t think he had a single time out. I tried to talk to him calmly and find out what he was up to, why he suddenly so hostile. He just grunted. Momma J was not concerned. “That’s what kids do sometimes when it’s time to go.” I kept thinking about a moment earlier in the weekend. We were making up names for magic potions when filling out a Shrek coloring book. We thought up all sorts of names like, “Chewing with my mouth closed potion” and “Closing the door potion.” J2 thought about a name and said, “Wish Mommy was here always potion.” It was time to go and J2refused to give anyone a hug or say goodbye. I forced him to unlock his arms and give everyone a hug. He just grunted as the woman slavered love on him. Outside I asked if he wanted to give Bud a hug goodbye. He didn’t. I started to force his arms apart to give Bud a hug, but he then did it voluntarily with some genuine affection. The boys love Bud. J2 climbed into the car and quickly contented himself with the Shrek coloring book. He was even smiling, though deliberately not looking at anyone. His mother put the other boys in the car. She let J2 ride in the front seat without a booster seat. It’s strange how she just does not care about proper child seats. If she gets pulled over, she could likely loose the children for endangering the welfare of a child. But, as you know, that’s the type of woman she is. I wonder when we’ll see them again? |
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