I miss my girls
I was hoping to see them this weekend. Bitterly disappointed that I won't. I've only seen them once since the semester started and I won't be seeing them until Christmastime.
I hate how far I live from Ottawa. Montreal was only two hours away so I could easily hop down for a weekend and I was there for the entire summer. Oakville is a ridiculous seven hours away so weekend visits are more difficult and I've only seen them for a few days this summer. Sarah asked me to go see her in the school Rememberance Day play and I couldn't make it. I really wanted to be there. I was seriously thinking of moving to Ottawa because I miss them that much (also because I miss being able to read a bloody book), but then reminded myself that Connie was probably going to move up to Oakville in less than three years. I just have to be patient.
My posts have been more serious lately, the levity is at an all-time low. Life is good, but it still feels dull and empty without them. I'd phone them, except that just makes me miss them more.
I'm going to say a short Connie story because it makes me smile.
About a month ago I get a frantic phone call my from mom because it was almost midnight and she didn't know where Connie was. I told Mom she was probably with friends and not be too worried about it, but Mom continued to be hysterical and that made me hysterical and I remember thinking that when Connie got home I was going to rip her eyes out and break her limbs for not telling anyone where she was. Mom then phones me to let me know that Connie got home. All previous hysteria and thoughts to rip eyes and break limbs vanish. I phone Connie.
Me: So did Grandma give you an earful?
Connie: Oh my god.
Me: *laughs* What did she say?
Connie: She just yelled and yelled.
Me: You did worry her. You should have let someone know where you were.
Connie: What the hell? I'm out all the time and I never tell anyone where I am. I've been out for over a year and a half and no one said anything about having to let them know where I am. (That's kind of true. Connie's parents give her free reign to pretty much do whatever she wants. They're lucky she's a such a good kid.)
Me: Well, you're going to start now, at least with your grandmother. Or just tell Sarah so she can tell grandma when grandma asks. She was really worried about you. So was I. I was freaking out.
Connie: Why? I was just with friends. I've been going out late for a long time. Nothing is going to happen.
Me: We hear reports about girls being kidnapped and it makes us worried.
Connie: Geez, you guys are totally overreacting.
Me: It could be worse. You could be in a family that has no idea you weren't missing until six months later, and then they call the police and the police tells them they found your body three months ago in a ditch.
Which I know is a completely uncool thing to say. I now understand why parents say such crap. And if Connie had rolled her eyes at that comment and snerked about how stupid it was (because I totally would have if my mom pulled that on me) I wouldn't have blamed her.
Instead, she paused thoughtfully for a moment and said, "that's true."
Dude, she is THE BEST FIFTEEN-YEAR-OLD EVER!
