Prehypertensive/Sad Memory Lane

Good Grief. I had a headache all day. Went to get my thyroid medicine and while I was there, Barry suggested I take my blood pressure. It was prehypertensive. I wonder if that is why I had a headache. I do not want to start high blood pressure medicine. I considered my options: have a stroke or start eating better and exercising.

Nathan came for a short visit as he was in town returning Trey to his rightful owner. He made me laugh with his telling of the New Year's Eve party he attended in Alvin. The boy has storytelling talent. Then, as if out of the blue, he began telling me a a couple of stories about happenings in his childhood. These stories brought tears to my eyes. They had everything to do with his father's abuse. I was devastated. I told him I should have left his father long before I actually did. He attempted to comfort me by saying it would have happened anyway. Him comforting me, go figure. I cannot believe he is living with his father now. I think I would have killed my father if he had done that to me. Nathan said he suprised himself when he remembered one of the stories. He said he must have blocked it out of his mind. I am still in shock, and my chest hurts when I think of him as a little boy, suffering so. Jacob suffered, too. What a frickin bastard, his father. I don't care anymore about all the suffering Nathan caused me as he was growing up. I deserved it.

It snowed on Christmas day. J and N along with all the little kids on the block (including Josh, Tiff, and Klye) built a big snow man and had lots of fun. K,L, and T came in for a short visit from Austin. We had my friend and her man-friend over for dinner along with Ronnie and his family. We all enjoyed talking at the table and eating too much. And we all received nice Christmas gifts. I got a new driveway, a new dearborne heater, a cookie sheet, a pizza cutter, an ice cream scooper, and two wonderful cows:Cowtus-a green cow with cactus spurs, and Tutancowmon-an Egyptian lookin cow. They are so cool. K drew a portriat of a Nat. Geo. picture of an old black man, had it framed, and presented it to Barry. It sits on the mantle now. It is a fantastic drawing. I love it. I want him to draw Barry now.

I've babbled enough. Time to rest. I'm tired. I am currently working with a bunch of monkeys, not literally, and they wear me out with their lack of character.