For Better or For Worse by Lynn Johnston for July 30, 2024

Mike only misses his sister because he wants to have a fight with her. Michael and Elizabeth have gotten into a lot of physical battles over the years; but you would think after Michael got older, he might miss his sister for some other reason.

So—fight with Eddy! With luck, he’ll bite a big chunk out of your carcass!!

He’s missing his muse.

Look out, Edgar!

So Elizabeth is the Joker to Michael’s Batman?

Go pick a fight with your girlfriend. She needs to be out of the picture, so that you can go back to University and eventually meet your wife.

Love the dog.

Well, box Edgars ears. I’m sure he’ll oblige.

Why is he using a 40 year old computer?

My older brother and I were weird, we didn’t fight.

Don’t startle the young dog like that —you’ll scare 10 years of growth out of him ! ! ! !

Want someone to fight with? Get married.

Mike can’t think without distraction around him. And Edgar isn’t helping by sleep next to him.

Ha ha Michael “be careful what you wish for” is a wise old adage aptly applied in this situation.

Michael “Wacks” nostalgic.

Michael, you never know how good you have it until that person is gone.

Ahhh, he’s identified his muse! A critical phase in the development of a writer. ;-)

I have a friend who is a very successful novelist. He and his wife live in a large converted New England farmhouse that was always filled with the noisy chaos of his six kids, assorted dogs, cats, and sundry pets. He told me that the only time he couldn’t write was when he was completely alone and the house was absolutely quiet. Thankfully, for his many fans and readers, his rambunctious hoard of grandchildren are frequently there to inspire him.

Or Michael could write a rap song!

You know parents are the same

Every time and place

They ain’t gonna understand us kids

Will make some mistakes

So to all the kids across the land

No need to argue

Parents just don’t understand

I remember one year

I came home from college with a beard

My mom nagged me to shave

She said I looked like a Confederate soldier

You know, those who put the Yankees in the grave

I begged her to leave me alone and stop

But I was a date at the barbershop

Zip, zap my beard was shelved

I now look like I’m twelve!

So to all you kids across the land

No need to argue parents just don’t understand

The old huge CRT monitor is a blast from the past, for sure.

He not only woke up Edgar, he woke up the trash can!

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God” -Matthew 5:9

I miss my sister too. We fought when we were younger but got along fine in our later years. Just like most siblings

It won’t be long before social media is created and he’ll be able to pick fights with people online.

Sometimes when you take away the irritant, the task only gets tougher! Welcome to the big leagues Mike. We get jackets! ;-)

Sibling banter is another form of love.

As Schroeder said when Lucy and Linus temporarily moved away, “Don’t tell me I’ve grown accustomed to that face!”

I dig the bat wing ears the dog has rofl

And he got thru being at UNI how then? This is a stupid story line.

MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!

Mike should have Rhetta over and study biology, give himself something to write about.

Poor, Edgar!

I don’t do very well alone for any length of time

Not exactly on topic, but since it just now happened and fits with this somewhat: my 17 year old grandson just came home from the barber shop, where he had his hair cut down from about 14 inches to about two inches. It is combed back and looks great! He is pleased with the hair he has left and the hair that was cut off is rubber-banded and will be sent to Locks of Love to be made into a hairpiece that will make life less traumatic for a youngster who has experienced sudden hair loss (his idea!)

It makes me teary-eyed to see how far he has come in the past year or so. A few years ago he learned he had a rare (2 to 5 per 100,000 adolescents) parathyroid tumor that was producing his sudden outbursts of homicidal rage that stopped even more suddenly than they began, leaving the poor guy bewildered. I had never even heard of our parathyroid glands! I found and forwarded to his mother a case report (below) and she said it sounded exactly like him. It took about two years to schedule surgery but it made his life normal almost overnight. Since the parathyroid glands control the calcium level in the blood – taking it from bones if necessary – it has taken most of a year for his bones to recover.

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Call Rhetta. She would make a good younger sister role model.