Tuesday, June 2, 1998
6:23 PM
I decided to play around a little with Frontier, now that it's supposed to support style sheets. Hopefully, for those of you who don't have a browser that supports CSS, this will degrade gracefully. If you have any problems with it either way, drop me a line and tell me about it (and what browser you're using, please).
Besides my experimenting in CSS, I also started packing. Mom dug my suitcases out of the closet, and Munchie immediately climbed inside. She knows I'm leaving, because all of a sudden, she was very cuddly. Normally, she's a pretty independant, aloof cat, unless she knows I don't feel good. After she spent a few minutes curled up beside me on the bed, I got to work and got some of my shorts and tops and things packed. Mom said she'd do laundry tomorrow, so I can pack whatever else I need clothes-wise then, and start on the fun / important stuff.
I think I'm going to stick Jev's afghan in my smaller suitcase; that way I can give it to him, and have space left in my bag for when I come back. I always wind up with my bags jam-packed on the way back, so that should help.
Delina wrote me a message this afternoon, and said her mom wants her and Michelle to go out to San Francisco with her this August when she goes to some teaching convention. Depending on when that is, I may not be staying up there for long. Looks like I won't get to do the concert thing, but hopefully Jev can still fly out for a weekend visit.
Yesterday, Mom was saying that I was more than welcome to take trips whenever I wanted to (as if I haven't already) and maybe even go out to Washington state to visit my mother, Julie. I don't know about that... Mom wants me to meet Josh, my half brother, but somehow, I just don't see us really having that much in common. He has a girlfriend and they have their own house; they've been together a couple years longer than Jev and I, I think, but no apparent plans of getting married. Not that it really matters, I guess... I guess I'm just a little old-fashioned.
Speaking of old... I went back out on the porch this evening after Babylon 5 to work on my cross stitch some more (it's coming along nicely!) and the kids across the street and some of their friends were out rollerskating and skateboarding. I'd guess they range in age from six to eleven, or thereabouts. One of them asked another if he knew what a "butt-buster" was (they were talking about skating, etc) and apparently the other didn't know. So the first asked the second, "Man, are you in the eighties, or what?" I just shook my head, laughing to myself. If they think someone from the eighties is old, what would they think of me?
I can't believe I'm going to be twenty-seven in just about three months... I can't even remember what I did for my twenty-first birthday. I don't feel twenty-seven, and I guess that's what counts. It's amazing to me how much different time seems, now that I'm older. In the entry from a couple days ago, I mentioned Jon, my second childhood sweetheart, and how I thought it would never work out, because I was four years older than he was. That was such a big gap! Now, with Jev who is four and a half years younger, I hardly ever think about the difference. Yes, when I first knew him, he was under the legal drinking age, but heck, we don't drink, so what's the difference?
Yes, he's not old enough to rent a car on his own and that sucks at times, especially since I don't have a license and can't rent a car, but other than that and the fact that he's still in school, the age difference is hardly noticeable.
One thing that did strike me as funny about the picture of me and Jon though... we were the same height! I have always been smaller than everyone in my class because of my scoliosis and spinal fusions, but in the picture, Jon has his arm over my shoulders, and he's really got to stretch to be the same height as me. Jev, on the other hand, is just about six feet tall... it makes for an interesting time dancing, and trying to kiss when we're both standing, but we've figured out ways around the height difference. *chuckle*
Seeing as I don't seem to have anything particularly interesting to say, I'll quit rambling and go back to checking the ICQ ring sites. Maybe Webring isn't quite so slow now. Jev said he'd try to be on by 10 his time, which is 9 minutes away, so I should wrap this up anyway. Take care...
