My only excuse is that no one reads this any more
So I've been deprived of internet for five days. I'm sitting in Saturna Cakes leeching their wi-fi and avoiding the barista's troubled stares. Things have been pretty sedate recently. I think I've reached a kind of cruising altitude in the flight pattern that is my emotions. (Do you like that metaphor? Do ya, punk? I could continue it, if you don't cooperate.)
I'm teaching myself classical guitar and babysitting for a really nice family. The first time I picked up the kids from their camp I went the wrong way on Middlefield, ended up in the heart of Mountain View, made a U-turn and hit a fire hydrant, and ended up on the freeway to San Jose. Eventually the ten-year old had to give me directions to his house while the eight-year-old cowered in the back seat. They both had these looks like "Who the FUCK is this person, and how did she get to be so incompetent?" I was wondering the same thing. They're very nice to me now in a slightly condescending way, as though they'd like me to know that they REALLY DON'T MIND that I'm slightly disabled.
As I said, nice kids.
I'm also working at a Catholic retreat center, organizing my priest's library. Yes har-har very ironic. I found a Christian self-help book from the 70's that had this verbatim quote about the author: "She lost one son in Vietnam, another to a drunk driver, and a third to the homosexual lifestyle."
I was kinda pissed.
I think my worst moment so far was the discovery of a book called "Boys Together". It turned out to be about English boarding schools. I was relieved. I like my priest.
I wanna go somewhere. Maybe India, but it would probably be even hotter there. Also money. Canada? Why the fuck not? Maybe I'll go to Canada at some point. I should learn French this summer, too. I'd be ever so cultured.
I think that's all for now, my lovely imaginary readership. I'm feeling awkward and should probably leave.
I'm teaching myself classical guitar and babysitting for a really nice family. The first time I picked up the kids from their camp I went the wrong way on Middlefield, ended up in the heart of Mountain View, made a U-turn and hit a fire hydrant, and ended up on the freeway to San Jose. Eventually the ten-year old had to give me directions to his house while the eight-year-old cowered in the back seat. They both had these looks like "Who the FUCK is this person, and how did she get to be so incompetent?" I was wondering the same thing. They're very nice to me now in a slightly condescending way, as though they'd like me to know that they REALLY DON'T MIND that I'm slightly disabled.
As I said, nice kids.
I'm also working at a Catholic retreat center, organizing my priest's library. Yes har-har very ironic. I found a Christian self-help book from the 70's that had this verbatim quote about the author: "She lost one son in Vietnam, another to a drunk driver, and a third to the homosexual lifestyle."
I was kinda pissed.
I think my worst moment so far was the discovery of a book called "Boys Together". It turned out to be about English boarding schools. I was relieved. I like my priest.
I wanna go somewhere. Maybe India, but it would probably be even hotter there. Also money. Canada? Why the fuck not? Maybe I'll go to Canada at some point. I should learn French this summer, too. I'd be ever so cultured.
I think that's all for now, my lovely imaginary readership. I'm feeling awkward and should probably leave.