Name that tune

The long drive back from dropping Megan off went by faster by playing "Name That Tune" - we went through the long list of songs (over 900) that a co-worker gave me. I could get Neil Diamond in just the opening seconds. Sad, eh? We worked our way through over 200 songs in the 3 and half hour drive back. It help mask the depression both Jeff and I were going through. It's sad that Megan likes living in a small apartment all by herself. We'd both really rather have her with us - even with her pouting "temper tantrums" were she goes and shuts herself in her room. Perhaps if Jeff had spoken up and asked her to stay - I don't know...deep down inside I understand where the isolationism came from.

My big push now is to get her to go up to DC and spend some time with her father (at his townhouse there) and hopefully time with my sister. She wanting to look at apartments and check out the colleges in that area. My thought is NOVA - a good community college. I'm still having problems comprehending why someone who hates me so much is spending time with my family. It just baffles me. On one hand though I'm glad he's keeping the lines of communication open for my daughters. Too bad he doesn't encourage two way communication between myself and them. Then there is still the issue of things of my mom's that my dad gave me (not him) that he has not given back to me. My mom's silverware is at the top of the list. Sure there are other things I would like back - I can't really call them mine but they would be nice to have back - the Christmas china is one. I wonder if he still has any of the macrame my mother made? There was a hanging three tier table and a large glass fish bowl.

The other thing I'm trying to work with Megan on is weaning her out of her father's wallet. She's got to break out of the cocoon she's in and enter into the "real world."