I know it makes me sound like an old person when I talk about “young people” … but I really don’t understand them.
Which makes me sound even more like an old person.
Example: my kids keep calling me. This freaks me out, because no one calls me other than scam artists.
I tentatively answer the phone when I see their numbers come up and chat to them – my kids, not the scam artists – and keep wondering when they’re going to get to the point.
I always presume they want something. But the kids don’t want something, they are just ringing to say hello.
Getting them to reply to texts, on the other hand, is like getting blood from a stone.
I thought young people were texters rather than talkers.
It’s very confusing.
I do not like talking on the phone AT ALL. I prefer all interactions on my phone to be via text message.
But I am trying to relax and enjoy the fact that the kids want to hear my voice.
Other than talking to my kids on the phone, the weekend was pretty quiet by my standards due to DD being on a business trip to a dangerous country.
I made myself a steak dinner after work on Friday. I walked with friends on Saturday morning. I went to the orthodontist on Saturday afternoon (more about that tomorrow). I bought myself some dinner-for-one at meals ALDI. My sister cooked me the most delicious salmon curry for dinner on Saturday night. I drove to Newcastle to see my parents for lunch on Sunday. I searched for all the contact details for all the bars in my new book to send to the publisher on Sunday night … fun (not fun).
I dreamed I was hiding from someone with a gun who was trying to kill me. This is a common theme in my dreams. I’ve always been scared and running and hiding in my sleep.
Unlike all the middle-aged mums who are having equally unsettling dreams about Robert Irwin in Bonds undies …
This is very funny …
“Little did I know Bob was sexy if you put him on mute …”
And now it’s Monday.
I still haven’t worked out my new purpose in life.
I still feel a bit adrift.
I still wonder when the kids moving away from home will stop aching so much.
Song of the day: ABBA “Ring, ring”
housegoeshome 
weird, my daught, who are older now, never call, and my younger sister it’s always texts or emails..I never know which is which and which to expect…..
I like teenagers as long as they arn’t mine…as a race and events guy I cross paths with a lot of them…like the kids, the parents not so much….I keep wondering and worrying about the kids, what they have to look forward to, how to pick that right career, and all the forces around them whining about their education…it’s interesting talking to some of them about that..here there’s a war on everything LGBTQ2S..and there’s parents promoting the belief that all teachers are turning kids gay…it can’t easy to be a kid
We are lucky that the culture here is very accepting of kids who are LGBTI. I can’t imagine how tough it is for kids over your way right now
My daughter can be remiss in returning texts, and this has now influenced my parent’s texting behaviour – they think this delay is de rigueur. I’m frustrated by both my younger and older generations. I prefer text too.