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Good morning, world! It's a bright, sunshiny day. Still cold outside though. I've gotten way too used to the south.
Yesterday I spent some time with my grandparents and aunts and uncles. My mom's youngest brother and his family are going to Maine for Christmas, so we had a mini-Christmas for them before they left over at my grandparents' house. I kidded my grandmother that we were all getting a preview of what we'd be getting from her for Christmas...she has a tendency to buy enough of some item she finds on sale to give one to everyone! It's really nice getting together with family, seeing how the younger ones are growing, chatting with relatives, et cetera; by the same token, and I guess I should know this is a product of living so far away for most of the year, I feel a bit strange about the fact that I don't really know these people anymore. But actually that's not quite it. What I'm noticing is a difference in perspective, something I hadn't noticed when I was younger because I had only the vaguest notion of what my perspective is. For a few years now I've been feeling something, something that saddened me a bit, in relating to my immediate family as well as my aunts and uncles, and I've just put my finger on it! Wow, the wonders of writing. Well, now that I've named it, it's not so bad at all. It's simply a fact of life that people have different views of the world, isn't it? Otherwise we'd all share one head.
In other news, I sent a list to my father the other day, describing as bluntly as possible how I really feel about him. He received it Saturday, but he didn't get it then, and I don't know if he ever will. He called me up shortly thereafter and told me he had "a right to be angry". One of the stupidest things I've ever heard, to be frank. Let me be completely straightforward to you all: it is not RIGHT to be angry. In a less-than-ideal world it's bound to happen. John Lee Malvo and that fuck Muhammad somebody shot some woman in the head while she was loading her car at Home Depot with her husband. I am very angry about that myself, and it's certain to be a lot worse for the man she married. But anger is always an act of blinding oneself to some of the facts, not least of which is the sadness of the situation.
I said at the beginning of this entry that today is a bright sunshiny day, so now it's time for some bright sunshiny news to match. Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why, Rory-bob is coming, to town! Only 6 more days! Yay! The countdown continues. Kelly made fun of me yesterday because I told her Ror and I were going to watch "The Princess Bride" like we watched "The Wizard of Oz". Oh well. It is sort of funny, I guess, but I know how much I miss doing things with my girl, and this is a reasonable substitute (or as close as you can get) to watching a flick with her curled up by my side (or with my head on her shoulder, or flopped out on the couch... :) ). Baby, if you read this, lots of hugs and smiles and kisses!
Ok. Time to go to the library. My future career as a leading alternative energy engineering specialist is beckoning.
Yesterday I spent some time with my grandparents and aunts and uncles. My mom's youngest brother and his family are going to Maine for Christmas, so we had a mini-Christmas for them before they left over at my grandparents' house. I kidded my grandmother that we were all getting a preview of what we'd be getting from her for Christmas...she has a tendency to buy enough of some item she finds on sale to give one to everyone! It's really nice getting together with family, seeing how the younger ones are growing, chatting with relatives, et cetera; by the same token, and I guess I should know this is a product of living so far away for most of the year, I feel a bit strange about the fact that I don't really know these people anymore. But actually that's not quite it. What I'm noticing is a difference in perspective, something I hadn't noticed when I was younger because I had only the vaguest notion of what my perspective is. For a few years now I've been feeling something, something that saddened me a bit, in relating to my immediate family as well as my aunts and uncles, and I've just put my finger on it! Wow, the wonders of writing. Well, now that I've named it, it's not so bad at all. It's simply a fact of life that people have different views of the world, isn't it? Otherwise we'd all share one head.
In other news, I sent a list to my father the other day, describing as bluntly as possible how I really feel about him. He received it Saturday, but he didn't get it then, and I don't know if he ever will. He called me up shortly thereafter and told me he had "a right to be angry". One of the stupidest things I've ever heard, to be frank. Let me be completely straightforward to you all: it is not RIGHT to be angry. In a less-than-ideal world it's bound to happen. John Lee Malvo and that fuck Muhammad somebody shot some woman in the head while she was loading her car at Home Depot with her husband. I am very angry about that myself, and it's certain to be a lot worse for the man she married. But anger is always an act of blinding oneself to some of the facts, not least of which is the sadness of the situation.
I said at the beginning of this entry that today is a bright sunshiny day, so now it's time for some bright sunshiny news to match. Oh, you better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I'm telling you why, Rory-bob is coming, to town! Only 6 more days! Yay! The countdown continues. Kelly made fun of me yesterday because I told her Ror and I were going to watch "The Princess Bride" like we watched "The Wizard of Oz". Oh well. It is sort of funny, I guess, but I know how much I miss doing things with my girl, and this is a reasonable substitute (or as close as you can get) to watching a flick with her curled up by my side (or with my head on her shoulder, or flopped out on the couch... :) ). Baby, if you read this, lots of hugs and smiles and kisses!
Ok. Time to go to the library. My future career as a leading alternative energy engineering specialist is beckoning.