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Wednesday, August 06, 2003
This morning at the Park Slope Food Co-op, it was so slow that I was able to shop during my shift for enough flour, butter, oranges, and confectioner's sugar to cook two hundred orange rolls. When my mom picked me up, I lugged the huge box of groceries, my dresses, and my bags from the Co-op to her car. I had planned so well, dragged everything from my home to the store to save time. Only now, when I am upstate, having driven the length of Manhattan and back to pick up Tessa's earrings and dress, driven up here, and worked in the barn for a few hours do I realize that I left one bag at the Co-op. That one bag is a familiar Tangerine color, containing one Tangerine I-Book given to me by my brother Ian.
After a frantic phone call I learned that my computer is exactly where I left it, and someone heading up for the wedding is going to pick it up tomorrow. Big fat phew. It's not like me to do something like that. When Sean, Mom and I were in Utah, we bought advance tickets to the next night's showing of the Pirates of the Carribean, and I promptly lost them. It is so confusing to me that I'm allowing these things to happen. I was able to talk our way into the theater, so we didn't miss the show, but I just don't get what I did. A week later I found one of the tickets, but the other two are lost in the world of nether.
There is still so much to do here, before the wedding, that everyone is a little overwhelmed. I still have a few things to pick up myself, and all of us have to devote time towards the barn tomorrow. But Sean, Jordi and I made a pact that we are going to all tackle tasks together so at least we won't be hanging out alone anywhere. Steve is here, as well as Dad, Mom, and Carole, and Kent and Sean Patrick are supposed to get here some time late tonight. Sean and Jordi will arrive any minute, and when all is said and done, I get the good fortune of being with my entire family in one room. It might be weird or difficult, but it also might be terrific. I'm just so incredibly freaking happy that Ian, and Tessa, found people they want to spend their lives with. I can't even imagine what that must be like.
After a frantic phone call I learned that my computer is exactly where I left it, and someone heading up for the wedding is going to pick it up tomorrow. Big fat phew. It's not like me to do something like that. When Sean, Mom and I were in Utah, we bought advance tickets to the next night's showing of the Pirates of the Carribean, and I promptly lost them. It is so confusing to me that I'm allowing these things to happen. I was able to talk our way into the theater, so we didn't miss the show, but I just don't get what I did. A week later I found one of the tickets, but the other two are lost in the world of nether.
There is still so much to do here, before the wedding, that everyone is a little overwhelmed. I still have a few things to pick up myself, and all of us have to devote time towards the barn tomorrow. But Sean, Jordi and I made a pact that we are going to all tackle tasks together so at least we won't be hanging out alone anywhere. Steve is here, as well as Dad, Mom, and Carole, and Kent and Sean Patrick are supposed to get here some time late tonight. Sean and Jordi will arrive any minute, and when all is said and done, I get the good fortune of being with my entire family in one room. It might be weird or difficult, but it also might be terrific. I'm just so incredibly freaking happy that Ian, and Tessa, found people they want to spend their lives with. I can't even imagine what that must be like.
Monday, August 04, 2003
More often than not, I sit down to write my blog when I have exactly no time to do so. I just worked a double, and have to be on my bike in six hours to get to French class on time.
But here I am anyway.
I've realized this week how much easier it all is when you don't care about people's opinion of you. It's just so much easier. You stop trying to talk up the people who you are pretty sure you don't like you, and a couple of days later they sit down next to you and ask about your Peace Corps application. And you still don't really care if they like you. It's sort of a wonderful feeling.
I leave for the wedding on Wednesday and don't return to work for a week. While that certainly sounds lovely, I just have no idea how I'm going to make it work financially. I guess I'll leave that worry to the end of the month. What is on my mind is my colposcopy, and the fear that my stupid cervix might keep me out of the Peace Corps.
On that note, to bed.
But here I am anyway.
I've realized this week how much easier it all is when you don't care about people's opinion of you. It's just so much easier. You stop trying to talk up the people who you are pretty sure you don't like you, and a couple of days later they sit down next to you and ask about your Peace Corps application. And you still don't really care if they like you. It's sort of a wonderful feeling.
I leave for the wedding on Wednesday and don't return to work for a week. While that certainly sounds lovely, I just have no idea how I'm going to make it work financially. I guess I'll leave that worry to the end of the month. What is on my mind is my colposcopy, and the fear that my stupid cervix might keep me out of the Peace Corps.
On that note, to bed.