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Alrighty, so I slacked off on going to water aerobics today, but with renewed commitment I vow to go on Wednesday morning and have roped O in on it too. I trust her willpower, if not my own. And since it's going to be over 100 here this week, I'm even more excited about the prospect. Whoo hoo! Better living through threat of heatstroke here I come!
But back to that 100+ degrees prediction. What the hell happened to spring? I mean it literally went from cold and rainy to hot and horrible without any reprieve. Spring here is distinct and yet this year it slipped by unnoticed. Did it even happen? It's disconcerting, especially because I tied so much of my recovery (from the D fiasco) to spring. I thought it would a symbolic rebirth, Persephone and Cassandra emerging from the darkness into a more beautiful world--birds, bees, and a healed broken heart. Instead it's a 100 f@#king degrees and I'm still schtupping D. I figured that my own weak will would derail me, but I had no idea that the seasons would also betray me.
O and I talked about going to LA at the end of the month and for the first time in my life I'm actually excited about going to So Cal. O is going to be my date for my younger step-brother's wedding. This has my mother throwing an absolute fit and oh do I love the reaction.
My mother has always suspected that I might be gay, or at least bi-sexual. Despite my many protestations to the contrary, I don't think she's ever quite believed me. Perhaps it was all those years living with the wild and crazy lesbians (H&T) that made her suspicious, but the woman has never quite gotten comfortable with the idea that I only like boys--loser, slacker boys at that. So when I told her that O was going to be my date for the wedding *LOL* her fears were rekindled once again.
Mom: WHO IS O?
Me: She's one of my good friends.
Mom: [Again] WHO IS O?
Me: She's an artist, she's lots of fun, and you'll love her.
Mom: How do you know her?
Me: We're friends.
Mom: *Silence*
Mom: *More Silence*
Me: And NO Mom, I'm not gay.
Mom: *Silence*
Me: And neither is she.
Mom: But don't you think it's a little odd bringing a girl as your date?
Me: Nope, the whole point of being able to bring a guest to the wedding is to prevent the invited guests from having the holy hell bored out of them. It's functional. And O is the best, we'll have a good time. That's saying alot since there won't be any booze at the wedding.
Mom: Don't you think your [conservative fundamentalist Christian] brother will be offended?
Me: Somehow I don't think it's going to pentrate, seeing as I brought a screaming queen named Steve to Dave's wedding and everyone wanted to know when he and I were going to tie the knot.
Mom: But isn't there a boy you can bring instead?
Me: Listen, there's no boy I know well enough (that I'm dating) to take to LA for a week and even if I did, do you think I'd introduce someone that I cared for to the entire family at once? No way jose.
Mom: You have point there.
Mom: Oh alright, bring her but I told you so.
So, O and I are heading down the 5 to LA at the end of the month. Yay! I'm so excited. We're going to stay with my parents and sisters, which will be cramped but worthwhile as you can walk to the beach. Hopefully, we'll hit some museums while we're there.
Ideally we'd get to the Huntington on Thursday, the Getty on Friday, the beach on Saturday, and the wedding on Sunday. It's an ambitious schedule which I doubt we'll keep, but I'm hoping. But to be honest, if forced to choose, I'm most excited about going the beach. I've been dying to boogeyboard all year and the beach near my parent's house has the perfect waves for my favorite pseudo-sport. And it's a family event, even my mother boogeyboards! I'm not sure if O is prepared for the spectacle she's about to witness, but I hope she finds it amusing/heartwarming/terribly explanatory (how else would I have become this odd?) alll the same.
I'm also having dreams of travel, specifically in Brazil. One of the women that I've worked with on peace movement projects has a son who lives in Brazil. He and I talked about the Peace Corps a few years ago (he was a returning volunteer) and he was a really interesting guy. He used to be a stock broker who joined the Peace Corps who returned to leave again for Brazil. He now owns a hotel on the beach and apparently is living a fairly blissful life. He's a good example and his room rates are cheap cheap. Anyone up for Bahia?
So my mind is adrift with visions of travel and escape. I hope you are all doing well.
But back to that 100+ degrees prediction. What the hell happened to spring? I mean it literally went from cold and rainy to hot and horrible without any reprieve. Spring here is distinct and yet this year it slipped by unnoticed. Did it even happen? It's disconcerting, especially because I tied so much of my recovery (from the D fiasco) to spring. I thought it would a symbolic rebirth, Persephone and Cassandra emerging from the darkness into a more beautiful world--birds, bees, and a healed broken heart. Instead it's a 100 f@#king degrees and I'm still schtupping D. I figured that my own weak will would derail me, but I had no idea that the seasons would also betray me.
O and I talked about going to LA at the end of the month and for the first time in my life I'm actually excited about going to So Cal. O is going to be my date for my younger step-brother's wedding. This has my mother throwing an absolute fit and oh do I love the reaction.
My mother has always suspected that I might be gay, or at least bi-sexual. Despite my many protestations to the contrary, I don't think she's ever quite believed me. Perhaps it was all those years living with the wild and crazy lesbians (H&T) that made her suspicious, but the woman has never quite gotten comfortable with the idea that I only like boys--loser, slacker boys at that. So when I told her that O was going to be my date for the wedding *LOL* her fears were rekindled once again.
Mom: WHO IS O?
Me: She's one of my good friends.
Mom: [Again] WHO IS O?
Me: She's an artist, she's lots of fun, and you'll love her.
Mom: How do you know her?
Me: We're friends.
Mom: *Silence*
Mom: *More Silence*
Me: And NO Mom, I'm not gay.
Mom: *Silence*
Me: And neither is she.
Mom: But don't you think it's a little odd bringing a girl as your date?
Me: Nope, the whole point of being able to bring a guest to the wedding is to prevent the invited guests from having the holy hell bored out of them. It's functional. And O is the best, we'll have a good time. That's saying alot since there won't be any booze at the wedding.
Mom: Don't you think your [conservative fundamentalist Christian] brother will be offended?
Me: Somehow I don't think it's going to pentrate, seeing as I brought a screaming queen named Steve to Dave's wedding and everyone wanted to know when he and I were going to tie the knot.
Mom: But isn't there a boy you can bring instead?
Me: Listen, there's no boy I know well enough (that I'm dating) to take to LA for a week and even if I did, do you think I'd introduce someone that I cared for to the entire family at once? No way jose.
Mom: You have point there.
Mom: Oh alright, bring her but I told you so.
So, O and I are heading down the 5 to LA at the end of the month. Yay! I'm so excited. We're going to stay with my parents and sisters, which will be cramped but worthwhile as you can walk to the beach. Hopefully, we'll hit some museums while we're there.
Ideally we'd get to the Huntington on Thursday, the Getty on Friday, the beach on Saturday, and the wedding on Sunday. It's an ambitious schedule which I doubt we'll keep, but I'm hoping. But to be honest, if forced to choose, I'm most excited about going the beach. I've been dying to boogeyboard all year and the beach near my parent's house has the perfect waves for my favorite pseudo-sport. And it's a family event, even my mother boogeyboards! I'm not sure if O is prepared for the spectacle she's about to witness, but I hope she finds it amusing/heartwarming/terribly explanatory (how else would I have become this odd?) alll the same.
I'm also having dreams of travel, specifically in Brazil. One of the women that I've worked with on peace movement projects has a son who lives in Brazil. He and I talked about the Peace Corps a few years ago (he was a returning volunteer) and he was a really interesting guy. He used to be a stock broker who joined the Peace Corps who returned to leave again for Brazil. He now owns a hotel on the beach and apparently is living a fairly blissful life. He's a good example and his room rates are cheap cheap. Anyone up for Bahia?
So my mind is adrift with visions of travel and escape. I hope you are all doing well.
