The old fuddy-duddy speaks
6:45 p.m.
Also, while gathering the garbage to put on the curb this morning, I couldn�t help but notice that my daughter�s garbage can contained the remains of a starter pack of birth-control pills, consisting of the cardboard box, the little plastic envelope (so wasteful) and the empty bubble pack with all the pills popped out. I remember going to great lengths to dispose of my contraceptive garbage where my parents would not find it. It�s not as though as I was going through her garbage can, these were the only things in it!
So, what do I do, let her know that I know, or pretend that I don�t? It�s not as though I�m in a position to disapprove; I had a pretty wild and promiscuous youth myself. But I would like her to know that she can still come and talk to me, especially about sex and related subjects. I didn�t talk to my mother, and there were things I really needed to talk about, although later I found she couldn�t have helped me anyway. With regards to sex and sexuality, I have tons more experience than my mother did, and if my daughter is experiencing any of the problems I did, I could help her.
In other news, there is no news. I taught a couple of lessons today, went to my goddess class where we talked about Crete and looked at slides of the palace at Knossos (where I have been, by the way), made supper for the kids, drove them to karate, made supper for Hubby and myself, and now I look forward to an evening of music copying and Enterprise watching. If there is any ground-breaking news, I will let you know.
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