Comments on: Observations on being back in my place in Fremont, after having my father live here for three months

By: christine

christine — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 21:38:07 +0000

welcome home.

now go burn some sage…

By: AngelicWhisper

AngelicWhisper — Sun, 05 Nov 2006 21:21:22 +0000

I myself have recently made my internet come-back. Welcome “home”, Ernie!

By: pravin

pravin — Sun, 05 Nov 2006 08:59:26 +0000

you changed the look! I’ve been away from civilization for a bit …

By: michael craig

michael craig — Sat, 04 Nov 2006 22:30:01 +0000

my mother used to send me socially acceptable prompts through the post – job ads, pics of suitably appropriate old girlfriends etc. She stopped when I came home one summer with some wildly inappropriate scratches on my back that I forgot to hide from view when shaving. She was deeply shocked and tried to grill me on them. That was the end of maternal influence. Her visit to Paris the following year confirmed her opinion of me.
I think wer she alive she’d be happy enough of my progress in life now. Just keep hoeing the row Ernie.

By: Nikki

Nikki — Fri, 03 Nov 2006 06:53:59 +0000

When I return to my parents house (I’m 21 and in university, go back for Xmas) it doesn’t feel like home anymore. Dad put down my cat, “he wasn’t a good pet,” he knocked out a wall of my bedroom to make his home-theater room that much bigger, and mom “donated” (got rid) of all the clothes I left in my dresser drawers. but hey- I’m a visitor to THEIR home now, at least I’m not a visitor in my own home… even though my “home” is a 300 sq foot dorm!

Then there was the time in grade 10… My old bedroom used to be a storage room- unfinished drywall, concrete floor, rafters in the ceiling. I built a closet to hide the hot water tank, redrywalled and plastered, installed a new light and tiled the ceiling. I painted two walls blue and two walls red, and decorated it as only a 15 year old knows how. I went away for a week in spring break and they said they’d put in hardwood floors for me… so I get back, and the room is painted BABY PRINCESS PINK with a PINK CARPET! None of my decorations could be “saved” either. It was all, just, gone, trashed. And to add insult to injury, they hadn’t even moved any furniture back in yet, it was just a big, empty, pink room. I walked in, shocked, sank to my knees and started bawling- the cries echoed off the shiny finish of the paint. I had never felt so betrayed in my life… all my hard work, my pride, gone down the drain. Sigh. makes me sad thinking of it!

By: leslie

leslie — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 21:17:53 +0000

ah, the little things that aren’t so little. i’ve never had anything taped up, but i have had previously taped up things ripped down. i miss my indigo girls poster. : (

By: Christine

Christine — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 04:14:05 +0000

Well…actually…if he had only paid for dinner for your 12th grade prom, THAT might have “converted” you!

By: Paul

Paul — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 01:51:12 +0000

Loving your blog! Insightful and damned funny

By: Jonathan

Jonathan — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 00:16:03 +0000

This just means you need to have *another* house warming party. Either that, or hire out one of those Feng Shui guys to shoo out all the bad mojo.

By: patricia

patricia — Tue, 31 Oct 2006 17:22:48 +0000

The taping of the photo is oddly endearing though I imagine that for you it would be mildly annoying. My mother does things like that all the time and while I’m smack in the middle of the action I just grit my teeth and try not to do anything that would get me twenty to life but when I can take a HUGE step back, I can see it’s all done out of love and concern. Still, mildly annoying, definitely.

Hope you find home soon.