Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Well, today is a big milestone around Port Swiller Manor in that the Eldest Gel hits the big 1-8. Very hard to believe. To celebrate, she and Mrs. Robbo are off to some spa for a couple nights to do whatever it is teh wimmins do at spas.
I am amazed at how quickly, after a somewhat stormy adolescence, the Gel is coming together as a “young adult”. Getting her driver’s license and having to deal with the rollercoaster of admission to a college that, at one point, seemed like it wasn’t going to exist anymore certainly gave her means by which to hone her sense of responsibility. Also, I’ve noticed that our acquisition of teh doggeh last summah really helped her to learn not to be so self-centered, but to instead be more sympathetic and outward looking. Frankly, I used to worry about her a great deal. Not so much anymore.
Of course, the Gel was born ornery and cantankerous, and I’ve an idea she’s always going to be that way. This isn’t always necessarily a bad thing. Indeed, it makes her largely immune to the herd mentality and P.C. brainwashing so prevalent in the so-called “culture” at the moment. She’s never going to be Miss Popularity, but then again, she’s never going to be anybody’s fool, either.
We were chatting this afternoon and she mentioned that they’re taking up the study of Existentialism in her English class. Her comment on it? “What a bunch of long-haired hippy crap!” (Eric Cartman couldn’t have put it better himself.) Sounds about right to me.