Apr 04, 2007 23:27
It has been a strange few days. Yesterday I had an argument with my mother about housey-things and by the time I got back to my uncle and aunt's I was told that my mother's friend Arlene would be dropping round the next day to talk to me about it. She does that - acts as a buffer between me and my mum when we clash.
I decided to pre-empt it by going round to her house myself and talking to her because A) it saved her coming to my aunt's house and B) I needed to blow off some steam and couldn't do that here.
When I got there Arlene wasn't back from work yet but her sons Daniel and Michael were. MIchael... looked... incredible. I know, I know... I'm a lesbian and what the hell do i know but... he is one good-looking boy and has been added, even though he's a cocky git who deserves a slap, to my List of Acceptable Males along with the recent addition David Tenant and long-time members Ewan McGregor, Viggo Mortensen and William Petersen.
Seeing Michael again after so long of not seeing him made me feel weird and self-conscious. A reminder of my early secondary school days in between the Martini thing when all I thought about was... well... him. I don't really fancy him anymore (how could I?) but I think there'll always be a little part of me that wonders about him.
Anyway, when I suggested that next year we should all have a seder together they were both really keen so now I'm hoping that next year we'll have a big Seder like we did when we were kids and my dad was around. I'd have to sing Ma Nish Tana but whatever - I can take it!
After I said bye to them I came back here and got ready for the family Seder night. It was my uncle/aunt/cousins I've been living with together with my grandma, my aunt's parents and my other aunt and uncle with their son Darren. That *really* felt like old times. Before Stuart became Lubavitch and before my parents got divorced the three of us - Stuart, Darren and me - would team up together and play. I was a tomboy so it was often play fighting or something. It's funny how much people change. Stuart's grown up so much now and it's hardly appropriate for a religious man like him to go rolling around on the floor with me. But anyway, being all together reminded me of old times when I was actually part of the family. I'm going to try to see them more often - especially the aunt/uncle i'm staying with now and my other cousins I haven't seen for a few weeks.
Anyway, it's quite late now and I've got to be up at 7 to go get all my stuff from storage and start unpacking.