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Jul. 17th, 2009 10:21 amI'm sure I meant to update sooner. Let's see how this goes when I haven't had coffee yet.
Highlights in the week include the neighbors having an argument that involved one of them calling the police. At one point there were three police cars, a sherriff's car, and a k9 unit van that stopped by with the driver working on a slurpee, basically asking what the fuss was. What the fuss was, apparently, was that the woman involved in the argument is a spaz who calls the police for no real reason. cops drove away one by one, leaving a couple who, near as I could tell, berated her for wasting their time until she was finally willing to let it drop.
The big news, I guess, is that I'm going for over a week to MI this August. I debated for a long while about this. It's not that I dislike my relatives, it's just that I feel like I don't know them, and they don't know me, and we can't really find a lot to talk about. Going up there to see them feels even more awkward now that I'm getting to the age where you get asked 'Any serious boyfriend? Wedding bells? Kids?' Pointing out I've been living with another woman- the same woman, happily, for nine years, is not what they want to hear at all. I grew up sometimes hearing about my mother's cousin, who is incidentally named Ray. There must be something about the name. I've met him a couple times, and he's an awesome guy. He's also ostracized from most of the family, and no they don't want to hear about his partner. With a history like that, I'm suppose to look forward to visits.
On the other hand, my parents will be visiting up there and that's the whole reason they offered to buy me a plane ticket, really. These are my parents who still live in WA, who moved across the country after they were married to be away from family and raise me. Now they want to move closer back, partly to not be across the country from their only kid. And then there's my uncle, my dad's older brother, who will be visiting up there too. My dad's side of the family... is just him, his older brother, and his twin sister. I've only ever had the one set of grandparents on my mom's side. My dad's family doesn't talk much. I've met his twin sister a couple of times.
I met my uncle once, apparently, when I was two months old.
I don't think that counts.
It's a weird thing to meet your uncle for the first time when you're thirty. It's even weirder for reasons I don't want to go into unless I know you.
But to make the trip awesome, Mel and Karen are going to come abduct me for a day and a half or so. Don't get me wrong, I look forward to seeing my parents, who I love dearly even though they're very weird (this is true of everybody's parents). But it'll just be me going, and...yeah. Looking forward to seeing you guys.
Not sure what else to say. Went to a bug lecture this week, and HP. Both were pretty awesome, except the bug lecturer's wife is kind of a friend, and she told me a really neat woman I used to work with just died. There's a memorial Sat. and I'm trying to decide if I knew her well enough to go, or if it'll be an embarrassing course of 'who are you??' Memorials are for the living. I know she wouldn't mind one way or the other as long as I remember and honor her myself.
Sorry to end on a downer. I'm hoping sometime next week I'll be able to say I got a professional art commission thingy but I haven't had the interview yet. I'm likely to get it, as near as I can tell, thanks to both connections and the fact that I undercharge for everything. Wish me luck!
Highlights in the week include the neighbors having an argument that involved one of them calling the police. At one point there were three police cars, a sherriff's car, and a k9 unit van that stopped by with the driver working on a slurpee, basically asking what the fuss was. What the fuss was, apparently, was that the woman involved in the argument is a spaz who calls the police for no real reason. cops drove away one by one, leaving a couple who, near as I could tell, berated her for wasting their time until she was finally willing to let it drop.
The big news, I guess, is that I'm going for over a week to MI this August. I debated for a long while about this. It's not that I dislike my relatives, it's just that I feel like I don't know them, and they don't know me, and we can't really find a lot to talk about. Going up there to see them feels even more awkward now that I'm getting to the age where you get asked 'Any serious boyfriend? Wedding bells? Kids?' Pointing out I've been living with another woman- the same woman, happily, for nine years, is not what they want to hear at all. I grew up sometimes hearing about my mother's cousin, who is incidentally named Ray. There must be something about the name. I've met him a couple times, and he's an awesome guy. He's also ostracized from most of the family, and no they don't want to hear about his partner. With a history like that, I'm suppose to look forward to visits.
On the other hand, my parents will be visiting up there and that's the whole reason they offered to buy me a plane ticket, really. These are my parents who still live in WA, who moved across the country after they were married to be away from family and raise me. Now they want to move closer back, partly to not be across the country from their only kid. And then there's my uncle, my dad's older brother, who will be visiting up there too. My dad's side of the family... is just him, his older brother, and his twin sister. I've only ever had the one set of grandparents on my mom's side. My dad's family doesn't talk much. I've met his twin sister a couple of times.
I met my uncle once, apparently, when I was two months old.
I don't think that counts.
It's a weird thing to meet your uncle for the first time when you're thirty. It's even weirder for reasons I don't want to go into unless I know you.
But to make the trip awesome, Mel and Karen are going to come abduct me for a day and a half or so. Don't get me wrong, I look forward to seeing my parents, who I love dearly even though they're very weird (this is true of everybody's parents). But it'll just be me going, and...yeah. Looking forward to seeing you guys.
Not sure what else to say. Went to a bug lecture this week, and HP. Both were pretty awesome, except the bug lecturer's wife is kind of a friend, and she told me a really neat woman I used to work with just died. There's a memorial Sat. and I'm trying to decide if I knew her well enough to go, or if it'll be an embarrassing course of 'who are you??' Memorials are for the living. I know she wouldn't mind one way or the other as long as I remember and honor her myself.
Sorry to end on a downer. I'm hoping sometime next week I'll be able to say I got a professional art commission thingy but I haven't had the interview yet. I'm likely to get it, as near as I can tell, thanks to both connections and the fact that I undercharge for everything. Wish me luck!
