Anxious and suspicious that God knew how much we cheated
I got the news today that I passed teacher test #2 - one more and Massachusetts will feel I'm teacher-ready motherfucka! Right now I'm just psyched that I don't have to take that one again (or pay $80 for it again).
I also found out today that my parents are planning to sell my dad's store soon (as in possibly this fall). They've been talking about it for a while so it's not a surprise, but it saddened me more than I'd have expected. My dad has been in that store for 20 years now - as long as I can remember - and even though people have died and we've moved and things have changed, Ace Triangle Hardware has always been there. It's a very tangible symbol that they're getting old. Instead of owning a store, what would my father like to do now? Flip houses. Of course he would! I'm scared of it totally, but my mother also seems into it. I think they've been watching too much TLC, and I fear the day they're so broke they have to move in with me, bringing their menagerie along (which, I suspect, will now include the two store cats).
Spring always makes me think of Japan. My favorite thing about my Japanese apartment (aside from the fact that it was all mine and I had a (shitty, but my own) washing machine) was my balcony. All the apartments in my building had tiny balconies to hang your laundry and futon on. Here is a picture of me one lazy weekend morning on my balcony:
It's not the best picture ever - Mike took it from his apartment balcony upstairs while I was talking to David on his - but it gives you the general idea. Anyway, my bed was next to the patio door to the balcony, so when I woke up in the morning the first thing I saw was my flowers. I had pansies in window boxes, gladiolas, gerbera daisies, and tons of things I never knew the name for. Those flowers were the only thing that got me out of bed some mornings. I've been missing them lately. Next place I get, my bedroom window will look out onto flowers I plant and tend to on summer evenings.
I also found out today that my parents are planning to sell my dad's store soon (as in possibly this fall). They've been talking about it for a while so it's not a surprise, but it saddened me more than I'd have expected. My dad has been in that store for 20 years now - as long as I can remember - and even though people have died and we've moved and things have changed, Ace Triangle Hardware has always been there. It's a very tangible symbol that they're getting old. Instead of owning a store, what would my father like to do now? Flip houses. Of course he would! I'm scared of it totally, but my mother also seems into it. I think they've been watching too much TLC, and I fear the day they're so broke they have to move in with me, bringing their menagerie along (which, I suspect, will now include the two store cats).
Spring always makes me think of Japan. My favorite thing about my Japanese apartment (aside from the fact that it was all mine and I had a (shitty, but my own) washing machine) was my balcony. All the apartments in my building had tiny balconies to hang your laundry and futon on. Here is a picture of me one lazy weekend morning on my balcony:
It's not the best picture ever - Mike took it from his apartment balcony upstairs while I was talking to David on his - but it gives you the general idea. Anyway, my bed was next to the patio door to the balcony, so when I woke up in the morning the first thing I saw was my flowers. I had pansies in window boxes, gladiolas, gerbera daisies, and tons of things I never knew the name for. Those flowers were the only thing that got me out of bed some mornings. I've been missing them lately. Next place I get, my bedroom window will look out onto flowers I plant and tend to on summer evenings.