here's another rant:
damn, damn, damn, damn, damn lorin.
last week we heard about all these upcoming field trips...beach, swimming, lake day, on and on! with two kids the cost quickly adds up. when the girls asked if they could go, i had to say i wasn't sure. the swimming and the beach together is almost twenty bucks--plus they need spending money for snacks! i reminded them that rodney is out of work because of his shoulder and apologized, but said it was possible that we couldn't afford the trips right now, but that i would try. i also recommended asking lorin, sometimes he can fill in for little things like this (since he DOESN'T PAY MORE THAN FIFTY--if i'm lucky!--BUCKS IN CHILD SUPPORT EVERY MONTH!!!!!!!)...so vesta called to ask and he agreed. but he refused to mail the money and said he would drop it off the next day. then the next day he said he'd drop it off the next day. then he asked if he could give it to elise (a staff member) since she lives in lorane...today he calls and says he can give it to elise but not til wednesday (beach trip is on tuesday!) but that elise said they can still go. so i say what about pocket money? they need it for the beach trip. i was willing to pick it up, but then he says he's only giving them ten bucks. well, hazel needs nine bucks just to cover her field trips...let alone pocket money (vesta managed to get some money from a business venture at school to cover her costs for the trip, but not snack money). so i'm gonna waste a four dollar gallon of gas to pick up what amounts to one measly freaking dollar between the two of them to cover two field trips?! he says he did all he could. which sends me into a rage, because actually he DIDN'T do all he could. he COULD have mailed it. OR he COULD have dropped it off like he said he would. or he COULD not be the worst father in the whole freaking world! he COULD even pay his effing child support so that when this stuff comes up i would have it to draw from. i just said "you could have mailed it when she asked you to" to which he made up some idiot excuse and when i challenged it, hung up on me.
lorin sucks!
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an excerpt from a work-in-progress
they ate breakfast together: an omlettle he made filled with spinach and cream cheese and tomatoes and a bagel they split with salmon and more of the cream cheese and some capers she went back to the fridge for. they amused themselves discussing what capers are and how they came to be in jars at upscale markets for them to buy and eat on bagels with salmon. he liked to think they came from the sea somehow, and she assured him they were really little berries of some sort of fragrant bush. she fished the capers out of the tall jar as they talked and ate more than usual, something about their brininess described a hunger for her that she didn’t know she had, and then filled it. they drank steaming mugs of rich coffee with cream (and two sugars in his). she loaded the dishwasher and wiped off the counter while he cleaned the coffeegrounds and little spills from the coffee pot. the sun shone cleanly into their white kitchen and onto their bodies as they moved about their tasks and then they kissed one another and left for work, him to an office in town and her upstairs to her office where she worked as a freelance ad designer. it was a perfect morning. it was the perfect morning.
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