Big doings here today. Had my young helpers come lift and tote and do the stairs and they cleared out my garage. I can now, after ten weeks living here, actually park my truck in the garage. Of course that also means that the big mess has largely been transferred to the basement, but I can deal with that over time. I've never had a garage before so this is a fun new experience. I'm hoping it snows so that I can experience not having to clear off the truck before going anywhere! Also finally got the reverse osmosis unit hooked up, no more buying drinking water! The well water here is high in arsenic and I boil water for tea every day. Boiling it concentrates the arsenic, so I've been buying water.
Hope Uncle Melvin feels better soon! You too Patch!
Going back to the school and discipline thread, here's my story: a high schooler was picking on my little brother on the bus and wouldn't leave off when I told him to. So I whacked him over the head with my lunchbox. My metal lunchbox. I was in fourth or fifth grade, so quite a bit smaller than the boy, but I've always been strong. Laid his scalp open and of course he started to bleed all over the place. When the bus stopped at our house, the driver told me to go get my mom. She told my mom what had happened, and my mom had the boy get off the bus, took him in the house, cleaned and bandaged his wound, them drove him home and explained to his parents what happened. He never bullied my brother again. I received the lecture about violence not being an answer, but I didn't get in trouble.
That was in the early-mid 70s. I can only imagine how that would go down nowadays; I'd probably be banned from the bus for life, my brother would be told not to aggravate people as though it had been his fault, and my mom would be in jail for taking the boy off the bus. And looking back, here's my thoughts: my mom was home and took the matter seriously, the boy's mom was home and also took it seriously, the bus driver knew the boy had been tormenting my brother and told my mom so, everyone settled it with common sense and that was the end of it. No excuses made for the boy, and no punishment for me for taking on the bully to protect my brother. Family, discipline, and responsibility were all important back then, and they do not seem to be in today's society.