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sunday with family Sometime last week our boss finally discovered that Ann hadn't been coming to work when she should on Sundays and he spoke to her about it. In fact this was the first Sunday in over a month that I have actually seen her before I left. More often than not she rolls into work hours after I am gone, which isn't the way that it is supposed to be. The only way that I knew that this was happening was by seeing the time stamp receipt on the email that I sent her before I left on those days. Now when this first started to happen I felt for her, but at the same time there wasn't much that I could do for her. She is an adult and she should be able to wake up on time. What makes this is even more awkward is the fact that she lives closer to work now than when she used to make it to work on time. Maybe being with her daughters is more exhausting than she thought that it would be. I don't know, nor have I asked her. Before Ann left Saturday night, she wanted me to call her at home just in case she overslept. This was fine with me, but she called me at work Sunday morning before I could call her. It seems that she was able to get out of bed on time. Per our old routine I went to get some food for us. Burgers is what I wanted and that was fine with her. However, I was instructed to get some spicy mustard or if that wasn't available she wanted mayonnaise and mustard to mix together for her fries. I'll admit that this combination was a first for me, but I didn't mind it. To move the story back a step, one of the first things that she said when she walked through the door was that I looked hungry and this was what sent me on my way. She didn't have to try that hard to persuade me. Generally speaking I am usually starving by the time that I leave work in the morning. ... I wish that I could describe better what happens when the two of us get together. At a basic level there were three hours of us joking around and storytelling with me giving her a neck massage here and there. Some of her stories were about her growing up and some were about her younger daughter. I take all of them very seriously. Her life is such a contrast to mine. My childhood was relatively happy and hers seems to have been one drama after another. Ending the week with her was something that I missed. We may not have that much in common, but I do still care about her and I am very glad that I know her. Sometimes I even let her know how I feel in an indirect way. On Friday night I told her that she was my favorite southern belle to which she replied that she is the only southern belle that I know. ... Since I couldn't go online at my house, I decided to go visit my parents for the day. Actually I had called them early in the morning from work to let them know that I wanted to come over to visit. Then when Ann and I started to have fun, I lost track of the time and left my parents wondering what had happened to me. It wasn't as though they could call or email me. Neither of those options would have worked with my phone not working right. Once I finally got to my parents' house, I made a call to the telephone company to have my phone fixed. They promised to have it repaired by 6:00pm on Monday. While I was there my sister Hope wanted me to see some old photos of our parents. They were wedding pictures that I hadn't seen before and Hope was amazed at how young our dad looked. Personally I wasn't that surprised since he was seventeen at the time and thanks to genetics I also look younger than I am. ... I think that I might have found a good travel package to Australia. Now all that I have to do is convince my sister Hope to go with me. Actually she wants to go, the real issue is whether or not she has enough money to go.
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