Happy Birthday to Brad!
I couldn’t get him to respond, so I don’t even know if he had a nice day. I hope so. He needs more nice days in his life. He was going to Cattleman’s for dinner. That was his plan. After going back and forth for a long time, I actually decided to go with him. I am also trying to get out of my own way, but since I never could reach him I still don’t know what’s going on.
Brent came to hang out between photo shoots during the day. It’s a stark contrast. Brent is easy to be around. There isn’t some deeper meaning to it; he brought some dinner with him, ate it, and then took a nap in the library for an hour before leaving. It’s how I expect family to be. Both him and Brad are welcome in my house in that exact way, as if they are supposed to be there. And it is how I expect to be in there houses. But sometimes Brad makes it awkward with guilt trips and weird tours of things he is doing. And it all just reminds me of how Dad used his children as substitutes for friends. Have friends as friends. Family should be able to relax around you.
I’m just frustrated because Brad is genuinely fun to be around, but it’s hard to get to that point when everything is so dramatic. I wish he could just calm down, then maybe it would make sense to stop by and hang out for an afternoon. Regardless, I hope he had a pleasant day. Happy 44th to him!
