31st January, 2007
Secret
Sometimes you have to wash your undies, and there's a peace in this. Trouble is that then you have to dry them... but of course we the modern can simply throw them in the dryer.
We must remember, of course, that this modern machine dryer facility thing hasn't always been there. When I was young smalls were hung from the rails in the kitchen. Or, when the weather was dry, swung high from the washing line in the garden.
But this latter method was really not a good option for the decent family. Rather, wet smalls were hung dripping over the bath (and its sunken bathers) for two steam foisted days than borne before the eyes of a public who were, let's face it, lacking entertainment. We had three channels, and one of them was showing Bernard Manning. The other one, football. The other one, a repeat.
Ultimately, if this is getting anywhere at all, it's getting towards the idea that we sometimes need our secrets. In my childhood underwear was almost sacrosanct, but the fact is, now like then: secrets rule. Governments, people, babies. The universe we live in likes to keep things from us. Secrets are forbidden and precious. They are comforting and accursed. So, when I don't post much in three or four months, I'm probably hanging out some laundry on the line...
But all that waffle is done with. I've been trying to deal with a personal and family situation quietly, but there comes a time when a secret can only be useful as a truth spoken. So here is the start of it:
My stepson, Derry, ran away from home. He left one night in a rage, and ran to his grandparents. He is still there. It's been, oh, around five months.
Show comments (13 so far)
Jay said:
Here I was, all ready with plenty of inane comments about my own underwear follies, when you hit us upside the head with your last revelation.
I'm sorry to hear it. I guess I can't imagine how hard the past few months must have been for your family.
1st February, 2007 at 08:39
trinamick said:
Man, that sucks. Sorry to hear things aren't going so great. Hope things improve soon.
I never ran away from home. My mom wouldn't let me cross the street by myself.
1st February, 2007 at 21:29
Celti said:
Oh honey, he's still not home? Yes, sometimes it is better to talk about things. I'm here any time you want to ramble. *hugs*
4th February, 2007 at 14:10
SpiritOfOwl said:
Jay - Of course I love underwear follies, and that's the kind of thing I want to talk about. But clearly stuff that happens makes life less fun than that. But wow, I love that you were ready for the fun, but were ready to understand too, just turning on a dime for compassion. Thank you.
trinamick - Wow. You're about the most running away from nothing person I ever, ever knew. Of course you didn't run away. Your mum knew the street needed you to keep it safe.
celti - No, and it doesn't look like any time soon, and that's exactly the kind of statement that I never wanted to make publically, hence hanging back here. Well, you know.
Anyway, turns out we've tried so much, asked everyone for help, well, we don't know what'll work. Whatever else, I want my friends back.
5th February, 2007 at 01:46
celti said:
You've got it, honey. :)
6th February, 2007 at 03:35
Kris said:
Um...email a body, eh? We can't help if you don't talk to us. Even if it's just a bit set of shoulders (connected to a pretty good pair of knockers) to cry on.
I miss you.
14th February, 2007 at 14:00
Celti said:
Hope you had a happy Valentine's Day, Owl. :)
xox
15th February, 2007 at 04:13
David said:
I love the blog that you have. I was wondering if you would link my blog to yours and in return I would do the same for your blog. If you want to, my site name is American Legends and the URL is:
www.americanlegends.blogspot.com
If you want to do this just go to my blog and in one of the comments just write your blog name and the URL and I will add it to my site.
Thanks,
David
20th February, 2007 at 04:40
ubermilf said:
Owl! I had no idea.
It's common for kids to do this around puberty.
It'll get better. but not before a bunch of heartache.
1st March, 2007 at 19:11
Owl said:
All the pain and the heartache remains. We've got through, but the strain has torn us apart. We used to _have_ hope. Now, we're holding on to it.
27th June, 2009 at 03:13
Derry MYERS said:
Well i think that ur all miss lead idiots.
I ran away when the beloved niel white kicked off in ways i wish not to discuss and my grandparents took me in so that i was safe and away from some one who has been in and out of mental homes more times than i can count.
and he doesn't care he loves it hes got the family hes alwasy wonted to have.
and finally, around puberty? mate i hit it bare ago n my cock already bigger than the perv neil white's...
ahhhhhhh
14th July, 2009 at 23:37
Neil White said:
Derry, I care. Try me. Speak to me. Just don't expect me to let you speak and behave like this, to me or anyone else. It's not ok, it never was.
18th July, 2009 at 04:46
sarah white said:
mmmmm Derry that was the night u threw the biggest paddy coz u wasn't allowed to go to your grandads at 8pm to do essential work on the caravan!! Please don't put up posts like this Derry and as for in and out of mental homes thats very inaccurate which is quite ironic as u wish to be discreet about "the other stuff" We r all here for u Derry and still love u x
19th July, 2009 at 20:18
