I emailed the newspaper yesterday to ask why they didn’t publicize the results of the sentencing; I think I wrote about that. Today I got an email from a reporter asking what the relationship between CF and Hannah was, etc…and do I think Hannah would be willing to talk with her? So I told her that I would give Hannah her number after school and if Hannah wants to call her, then great. Well, that sounds abrupt, but it wasn’t. I haven’t talked to Hannah about the possibility of speaking to the press; so far, there have been no interviews, just facts. However, now that it is over and done, I think it would be really good for Hannah in terms of having publicized just how this all made her feel, and her reactions to the sentence, and have people READ it. Is it going to change anything for her? No; but it might help her feel just a little more empowered, and also, let’s be honest, as her parent, I want people to know just how these things can happen, and what the effect can be. I want, too, to have this as public as possible (within reason) so that people will see him and know him for what he is. Maybe it will help someone else down the road, who knows?
His car is still in front of the courthouse. Where are all of those supporters now?
Moving on, Hannah is getting all geared up for Homecoming on Saturday, which is-well. It sucks. I want to keep her home and give her cookies to make her fat so that she doesn’t look so goddamned beautiful and grown up. Not really, but kind of. She is so excited, though, planning this first dance with a really nice boyfriend and how can I ever begrudge her that? I wouldn’t; this is such a normal teen behaviour that God, it just makes me happy. Even though I would like her to go in a gunnysack and brown paper bag.
Sam came home yesterday all in a dither because he got picked to be a peer teacher for the Writing section of the Talented and Gifted Program; that? Is awesome. He said, very modestly, “I must have gotten my talent from you, mom.” Ha. What a kid. He is also thrilled to no end because Steve (drum roll please) is going on a field trip with Sam’s class next week. I am slightly hurt (and shouldn’t be, but this is the topic for an entirely different post, believe me!) that Sam didn’t even ask me to go, or rather he did, but seemed relieved when I told him no. In fact, I had barely finished with, “I have taken so much time off work that…” before he said, “I’ll ask Steve!’ But then I remembered that I went on a field trip with Hannah’s second grade class and spent a good part of it wondering if the glass in the bus windows was, in fact, shatterproof, and if I could slit my wrists fast enough with the shards, so there you go.
I am feeling much better today, which is odd in that I didn’t feel BAD yesterday. I just feel somewhat more refreshed in general. It helps that I am helping a friend with some business stuff HE is working on, and I am getting paid, so that has been a totally new and fun experience. It helps that Steve had my lunch packed and ready for me to go this morning, helps that the sun is clear and bright with just a hint of coolness in the air. Owen has taken to wearing his goggles aka Scuba Steve, which never fails to crack me up. Really, life just keeps going on, and that is never a bad thing.