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Well, Mom got out here just fine. We had a good time on Saturday up in Napa, drinking wine and talking. Mom admonished me towards the end of the day, "Shame on you - getting me drunk and getting me to tell you all my secrets. I was perfect when I was young, really!" It was a good day. Sunday Mom, David and I drove over to the Golden Gate Park and wandered around their gardens. Mom kept saying that it was the best garden she's seen (and she makes a habit of visiting gardens) and that it would be neat to live nearby and spend hours discovering new parts of the gardens. They do have the neatest little trails that lead all over the place, between plants, beside brooks etc. I love how they have it grouped into different regions...we were wandering in "South Africa" (which has a lot of plants that also grow here in Northern California) and ended up in "Asia" (with its serene expanses of grass and still pools shaded by twisty trees). I wish I *did* live walking distance from it - I'd get lost in there often! Monday was ballet class with Kaylei and Kiera. Kaylei is really taking this seriously - she's improved SO MUCH since we've started this. Kiera is still trying to pick up the correct form (it was only her 2nd lesson), but she's doing really well, too. I love how the sharp angles on Kaylei's arms have slowly softened out until they're almost as rounded as I could ever want them to be. I can see new muscles that have come from the barre exercises, and I can see how much easier things have become for her as a result. We're 1/3 of the way through a ballet routine. Mom brought out Holly and my lavender tutus, and the girls tried them on. Holly's fits Kaylei perfectly, but mine is just a bit loose on Kiera. Kiera was a hoot, though, as she insisted on wearing her backwards baseball cap while wearing the tutu, and made the best, screwed-up face when she was told she looked "lovely". Gotta love a tomboy in a tutu! Last night Mom and I had Ethiopian food - Mom for the first time. She kept saying, "Well, you *could* eat this with a knife and fork, y'know." "Yes, Mom, you *could*, but you just *don't*, ok?" (Although I will admit that I eat Indian food with a fork. Funny how that's acceptable but eating Ethiopian that way isn't; it's probably because every bite of Ethiopian food involves bread, whereas with Indian food you have to use rice instead sometimes, which is trickier.) She also chose to nag me about the collard greens on our plate. I don't like collard greens and, of course, it was the one thing they parceled out into two portions. "Look, I'm eating *my* collard greens. They're very good for you Heather." "Yeah, mom, but I didn't ORDER them and I don't LIKE them, so I don't see why I should EAT them." "Heather, they're GOOD for you...eat some of them, come on." "This is the point of the conversation where, if you were anyone else, I would ask, 'Who do you think you are? My mother?'" Sigh Through all these adventures, keep in mind that I have not gotten more than 5 hours of sleep a night - often less. Yesterday I even came home early from work because I had no coping mechanisms left. Of course, I come home, lie down and cry (things have been dumped on me this week, but I'm not going to dwell on them here). When I finally get near to sleep...ahhh, it's creeping over me....my roommate comes home with *his* two houseguests and they start laughing and talking in the dining room which is right outside my bedroom. Then I cried in frustration for awhile; all I wanted was to SLEEP! I sat up and mentally started rearranging all the stuff mom brought out (a BIG car full of books and kitchen stuff which has taken over the house making us ALL grumpy from the clutter). Luckily, later that night David and I did not fight, and he tucked me in quite nicely early in the evening (after doing laundry) and I slept through the night - even going right back to sleep after David climbed in bed (which I never do, being an extremely light sleeper). Oh, and I have a car now! Yay, freedom, independance, other-places-to-eat-at-lunch! Booo car insurance, breakdowns, gas prices and out-of-state smog impact fees! And here's a short news story for ya. Eight UCLA football players were caught illegally using handicapped parking stickers. The judge sentenced them to 200 community hours each - in the special Olympics. Why can't the rest of our judicial system work so well? | ||
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