You can tell when something gets used quite often from the wear and tear it shows.  It may be a favourite spot on the couch, a t-shirt you can’t live without – a faith no more t-shirt for example that has no more use as a t-shirt but you simply can’t get rid of it.  That is until your wife makes it go “bye bye” one day for you… sorry about that Luke.  Anyway getting back to my point, wear and tear is either a sign of love, slavery or a bit of both.  Take my grandmother for example, I love her to bits and she’s a great woman but in life she has taken quite a bit of “wear and tear” in the relationship department.  On a more literal level her wear and tear is quite obvious when you step into her kitchen.  Her polished timber parquetry floor has a path worn through the lacquer from the stove to the sink, she spends most of her time there.  The food she produces is well worth that wear and tear path but as much as she enjoys cooking there is a slavery element to it.  It made me think where is the wear and tear going to be in my life when I look back in years to come? Besides on this computer that is.  Am I wearing out a path I can be proud of in my old age?  Who bloody knows but I sure hope my wear and tear is a result of love not slavery.

My sister had a four and a half hour shift today so she came round this morning to drop her son off. Since car parks at the train station are far and few between she asked me if I could drive her car and drop her off, she added “you don’t have to get changed”. I looked down at my clothes then up at her and said “I am changed”. Perhaps it’s time for a wardrobe update?

My mother-in-law gave us a whole pile of magazines the other day, fantastic for glue style art work for the kids.   Sure a five year old with scissors makes me nervous but you have to cut the apron strings some time.  So away the kids went snipping things out of the magazines, spreading glue all over the table creating their little masterpieces.  About twenty minutes later my girls had big smiles on their faces as they showed me their completed work.  My oldest (7) had one page of dolphins, dogs and cats.  Not surprising as she loves animals and wants to be a vet when she grows up.  My youngest (5) had three…count then…one, two, three…THREE pages of shoes!  Not cheap shoes either, we are talking high end wallet burning shoes.  Her face was glowing with pride and all I could think of was “I pity the man you marry – he better have one hell of a good job”  However all I said was “that’s great honey” and pinned the artwork on the pin board.  (Although my youngest daughter’s work looked more like a shopping list than art!)  I think I had a glimpse into the future and only time will tell how accurate that glimpse was.