Nothing in Particular
Feb. 12th, 2003 11:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
browngirlThis is several things in a row, and I haven’t taken the time to weld them into some kind of seamless whole. And my prose is, well, not deathless. But I hope this is a reasonably interesting State of the A all the same.
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life_extant. It’ll be good for you and pleasant too. *wave to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maedbh7* *grin*
The school (well, upperclassment excepted) is going on a field trip to the Museum of Science to see the Egyptian exhibit. Long ago I’d told Nan our boss that I’d love to go (you know how I am about Egyptology and the Ancient World in general), but we agreed that it seemed unlikely (someone has to answer the phone).. Well, one of the chaperones can’t go, and Nan and Tigerlily kindly remembered that I’d love to go and arranged things, so now I’m going to chaperone a field trip. Eep! I’ve never chaperoned before. I feel like I should invest in some duct tape. *wink*
Speaking of the field trip, two parents begged nicely and persistently (did they ever beg persistently) for us to let their daughter go, so we caved, whereas another parent called angrily because her slip had been returned; she demanded at length that her son be allowed to go. It turned out that his slip was returned because she’d given us two slips and two checks. Whee people, they’re so much fun.
My grandmother recently turned ninety; her party was the last weekend in January. I sent her a card, but I should send her a real letter. My aunt sent me photos of the shindig they threw for her, and I looked at them and thought of my family. My cousins are growing up, but then so am I. I owe several relatives letters; I’m much better at corresponding with my friends than my family.
I feel odd about my family, because I am so unlike the rest of them. (Or, more accurately, I think I am. I wonder f any of my cousins feel the same about us, and about life, as I do, or even differently from the family in their own particular way, but how do I find out without terrifying them if they’re still good Evangelical Christian Jamaican Kids and all that?) I miss them, and yet…I haven’t ever been like them.
Even knowing that I would have been bored by that sort of church fete, I still wish I’d been there for my grandmother’s birthday. I wish I were in better touch with my birth family, but none of the previous generation really knows how to let people alone (my parents both came from somewhere, after all), and I value my freedom and my chosen family very highly.
I’m not quite sure where that all was supposed to go (not least since I was interrupted not a few times while writing it). That I feel weird about my relationship, or rather lack of one, with my blood relatives, mostly, I suppose.
Bouncing a check is bad. Bouncing a check to a charity is that much worse. I feel rather sluglike about *that*. I hope their bounced check fee isn’t too horrid.
Just now, a parent who’d come in to drop something off asked me where I was from, since I didn’t sound Bostonian, and told me I have a lovely voice. *beam*
First of all, go look at
life_extant. It’ll be good for you and pleasant too. *wave to maedbh7* *grin*The school (well, upperclassment excepted) is going on a field trip to the Museum of Science to see the Egyptian exhibit. Long ago I’d told Nan our boss that I’d love to go (you know how I am about Egyptology and the Ancient World in general), but we agreed that it seemed unlikely (someone has to answer the phone).. Well, one of the chaperones can’t go, and Nan and Tigerlily kindly remembered that I’d love to go and arranged things, so now I’m going to chaperone a field trip. Eep! I’ve never chaperoned before. I feel like I should invest in some duct tape. *wink*
Speaking of the field trip, two parents begged nicely and persistently (did they ever beg persistently) for us to let their daughter go, so we caved, whereas another parent called angrily because her slip had been returned; she demanded at length that her son be allowed to go. It turned out that his slip was returned because she’d given us two slips and two checks. Whee people, they’re so much fun.
My grandmother recently turned ninety; her party was the last weekend in January. I sent her a card, but I should send her a real letter. My aunt sent me photos of the shindig they threw for her, and I looked at them and thought of my family. My cousins are growing up, but then so am I. I owe several relatives letters; I’m much better at corresponding with my friends than my family.
I feel odd about my family, because I am so unlike the rest of them. (Or, more accurately, I think I am. I wonder f any of my cousins feel the same about us, and about life, as I do, or even differently from the family in their own particular way, but how do I find out without terrifying them if they’re still good Evangelical Christian Jamaican Kids and all that?) I miss them, and yet…I haven’t ever been like them.
Even knowing that I would have been bored by that sort of church fete, I still wish I’d been there for my grandmother’s birthday. I wish I were in better touch with my birth family, but none of the previous generation really knows how to let people alone (my parents both came from somewhere, after all), and I value my freedom and my chosen family very highly.
I’m not quite sure where that all was supposed to go (not least since I was interrupted not a few times while writing it). That I feel weird about my relationship, or rather lack of one, with my blood relatives, mostly, I suppose.
Bouncing a check is bad. Bouncing a check to a charity is that much worse. I feel rather sluglike about *that*. I hope their bounced check fee isn’t too horrid.
Just now, a parent who’d come in to drop something off asked me where I was from, since I didn’t sound Bostonian, and told me I have a lovely voice. *beam*
