and off i go!
I'm off to... a family reunion. Yikes. It is suddenly hitting me that this is a fairly extensive reunion and a lot of people I have never met or haven't seen since I was a wee lassie are going to be there, probably telling me how much I've grown. (You think? Please pass the merlot.) Ach, well, it shouldn't be too tragic: I have six or seven books. Also, to my delight and amusement, I've just found out that we're camping on a lot with my aunt Amy (Dad's favourite sister) and Tom and Linda, Dad's cousin and her husband. Which is to say: all of the really weird geeky Robbinses will be segregated in one place. I find this arrangement very suitable.
Anyway, I do like most of my relatives, even if they are at times pathologically normal and tend to look at my area of the family a little funny (if rarely meanly). And I am not looking forward to coming up with exciting new variations on the So Why Is Jolene Not In College speech. (I'm trying to think of relatives that actually know about my depression, and aside from my aunt, I... can't? And it's just such an awkward thing to 'come out', especially in casual conversation. But if I say 'I've been sick' it'll lead to more questions.) Buuuut I should be able to diffuse every situation with my amazing charm, right? (...Um.)
Whatever, there will be food and sunshine and a family talent show (?!?!), and I will get to see the relatives I do like rather considerably. We shall be back Wednesday evening, and all manner of things shall be well.
Though prayers would be welcome, as Tom and Linda are the (seriously awesome) relatives who once offered to let me live with them (in the Boston area) if ever I needed to, and with whom I hope to bring up the possibility again, since we'll be face-to-face and all. That's mildly terrifying. So. Yes. Prayers.
And adieu!
Anyway, I do like most of my relatives, even if they are at times pathologically normal and tend to look at my area of the family a little funny (if rarely meanly). And I am not looking forward to coming up with exciting new variations on the So Why Is Jolene Not In College speech. (I'm trying to think of relatives that actually know about my depression, and aside from my aunt, I... can't? And it's just such an awkward thing to 'come out', especially in casual conversation. But if I say 'I've been sick' it'll lead to more questions.) Buuuut I should be able to diffuse every situation with my amazing charm, right? (...Um.)
Whatever, there will be food and sunshine and a family talent show (?!?!), and I will get to see the relatives I do like rather considerably. We shall be back Wednesday evening, and all manner of things shall be well.
Though prayers would be welcome, as Tom and Linda are the (seriously awesome) relatives who once offered to let me live with them (in the Boston area) if ever I needed to, and with whom I hope to bring up the possibility again, since we'll be face-to-face and all. That's mildly terrifying. So. Yes. Prayers.
And adieu!