05-13-2020, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-14-2020, 03:41 PM by Terry Bentley.)
Chapter 35
Back down to earth after some lighter thoughts have put me at ease and getting to be a kid again. Being 13 isnt all its cracked up to be. Way too many things that get so involved. There are more responsibilities that just get in the way of me being myself. I wonder if there is a way for me to stay twelve for a few more years. Yea that would work. Maybe at least until I got tired of being 12 and ready to step up to level 13. I walked up to my house and there is Steve. He is just pacing back and forth under a Mimosa tree in the front yard. Where the heck have you been? I called half a dozen times.
Sorry, Steve, dad had to make some errands and I decided to walk home. Oh, well that explains it. I was wondering if you were just pissed off or tired of me bugging you so much all this week. Well Steve, now you are the one that brought it up....No, you idiot!. Why would you think that?
Steve did mention that if I had called him much as he had been bugging me, that he would be a little perturbed. I told him I completely understood in his situation about being couped up all week. Especially how strict his mom was about certain things. She also demanded he apologize for all of those calls over the last few days. OK, Steve I am waiting...For what? Your apology, you idiot. Alright, how about this. BITE ME! There, are you happy now?
Wow! I am sensing so much pent up frustration. Did you miss confession this week? So Steve, are you over the flu already?. You arent still contagious?? I sure dont want to get some life threatening respiratory infection that could leave me near death. By the way that didnt last the usual few weeks of suffering. What gives? I inquired in my usual very sarcastic tone.
Na, I think it was just some 24 hour bug. Mom might have gone a little overboard on it this time. He heavily emphasized the word "might" Anyway, she released me from jail. But just to be on the cautious side I cant go too far or for too long this weekend. Dont want a relapse of what ever it was or leave myself vulnerable for something worse.
Well, I spent this week, as you know, working and am done with it for a while. It totally sux. I need to get back into rhythm with something greasy and messy. Hopefully something noisy too. Think your mom will let you spend the night? I need to work, ok work is not the right word to use there. I need to do something constructive. We really need to finish the kart. I was hoping to maybe get a chance to race this summer.
Hmm, that would be a real long shot, but I can ask her. The worst thing she is going to say....Steve, stop right there. She is most likely to rip you a new one for being so irresponsible after just getting over some serious ailment. Yea Terry, you are right. That definitely sounds more like what I would expect to hear from her.
We fumbled around the garage for a while until Steve had to go home for dinner. They eat fairly early and you dont come to the table late. I, for some reason didnt feel so motivated to get anything done on the kart project at the moment. Steve said he would let me know if spending the night or not. But dont expect anything or make plans that wont likely take place.
As he walked off I was just thinking how good a home cooked meal sounds tonight. Then maybe sit back in an easy chair and relax for a while afterwards. Woh! Why does that sound like my dad talking right now? Holy frijoles, I am growing up to be just like my father!
Back down to earth after some lighter thoughts have put me at ease and getting to be a kid again. Being 13 isnt all its cracked up to be. Way too many things that get so involved. There are more responsibilities that just get in the way of me being myself. I wonder if there is a way for me to stay twelve for a few more years. Yea that would work. Maybe at least until I got tired of being 12 and ready to step up to level 13. I walked up to my house and there is Steve. He is just pacing back and forth under a Mimosa tree in the front yard. Where the heck have you been? I called half a dozen times.
Sorry, Steve, dad had to make some errands and I decided to walk home. Oh, well that explains it. I was wondering if you were just pissed off or tired of me bugging you so much all this week. Well Steve, now you are the one that brought it up....No, you idiot!. Why would you think that?
Steve did mention that if I had called him much as he had been bugging me, that he would be a little perturbed. I told him I completely understood in his situation about being couped up all week. Especially how strict his mom was about certain things. She also demanded he apologize for all of those calls over the last few days. OK, Steve I am waiting...For what? Your apology, you idiot. Alright, how about this. BITE ME! There, are you happy now?
Wow! I am sensing so much pent up frustration. Did you miss confession this week? So Steve, are you over the flu already?. You arent still contagious?? I sure dont want to get some life threatening respiratory infection that could leave me near death. By the way that didnt last the usual few weeks of suffering. What gives? I inquired in my usual very sarcastic tone.
Na, I think it was just some 24 hour bug. Mom might have gone a little overboard on it this time. He heavily emphasized the word "might" Anyway, she released me from jail. But just to be on the cautious side I cant go too far or for too long this weekend. Dont want a relapse of what ever it was or leave myself vulnerable for something worse.
Well, I spent this week, as you know, working and am done with it for a while. It totally sux. I need to get back into rhythm with something greasy and messy. Hopefully something noisy too. Think your mom will let you spend the night? I need to work, ok work is not the right word to use there. I need to do something constructive. We really need to finish the kart. I was hoping to maybe get a chance to race this summer.
Hmm, that would be a real long shot, but I can ask her. The worst thing she is going to say....Steve, stop right there. She is most likely to rip you a new one for being so irresponsible after just getting over some serious ailment. Yea Terry, you are right. That definitely sounds more like what I would expect to hear from her.
We fumbled around the garage for a while until Steve had to go home for dinner. They eat fairly early and you dont come to the table late. I, for some reason didnt feel so motivated to get anything done on the kart project at the moment. Steve said he would let me know if spending the night or not. But dont expect anything or make plans that wont likely take place.
As he walked off I was just thinking how good a home cooked meal sounds tonight. Then maybe sit back in an easy chair and relax for a while afterwards. Woh! Why does that sound like my dad talking right now? Holy frijoles, I am growing up to be just like my father!