Saturday, November 7, 1998
4:49 PM
Well, here it is, just the first week in November; the trees haven't yet lost half their leaves, but I looked out the window today and saw white stuff. Yep, it's snowing. Ugh! Darn cold, too! The kitten slipped out this morning when my uncle and cousin got here, so I had to throw on a jacket and sneakers and go out and catch the little rascal. It hadn't started snowing then, at least. I wonder what his reaction would have been? He was fascinated enough by it to stand out on one of the chairs on the porch and watch big fluffy flakes sail by, and to try to grab them.
I thought I was going to go to rummage sales with Mom, and then up to Elmer, with the rest of the family, to visit Mom's aunt, but apparently not. Mom went rummaging without me, and I was in the process of getting ready when she and my uncle left for Elmer. Oh well, I really didn't want to go anyway, but I thought I'd be sociable, and get out of the house for a while. As it was, I cross stitched, and got some reading done before they got back.
Mom said her brother told her he'd written e-mail, and I didn't reply except to answer the questions he'd asked. I don't particularly like the guy, after spending a couple summers with him and his family (not that he did anything to me, but I saw him raging drunk a couple times and saw him whip his adopted daughter with a belt that left welts and bruises for a week, because she wouldn't listen to me). I'll be polite, but I don't really feel like striking up friendly e-mail with him, especially when the main purpose behind his message was to tell me about some bootleg software he had on his server. Thanks, but no thanks. I won't turn him in or anything like that, but I'm not gonna go download it and use it, either.
Since he was still there when she brought it up, I said something about not being very good about answering e-mail, and Mom went on to say how I hadn't told her what Julie said in her last e-mail to ME, so I guess he took me at my word. That's another thing that gets to me... Julie occasionally writes a message that says "print this out for mom," and I do ... sometimes after a few days... but I don't exactly go and tell her every little thing I read in an e-mail. I don't really talk to mom all that much, we don't have the best of relationships (if you've not already figured that out).
Speaking of Mom getting on my nerves... the past week or so, friends from where she used to work have been calling, since she passed on the news that one of their co-workers passed away. She talks and catches them up on the latest news, and I just happened to be passing through the living room this morning while she was telling one of her friends about me, saying "I don't think she wanted to move here at first, but she likes it now." I wonder if she actually believes that, or if it's just part of the show. I was tempted to ask her about it, but I doubt that I will. If she thinks I LIKE it here, not having anyone my age to do anything with, or spend time with, she's in for a hell of a shock.
Sorry, I know I'm in a rather sarcastic mood. It's probably a good thing I didn't go up to Elmer, as I'd have been stuck with my uncle for far too long.
I'm making great progress on the dragon cross stitch; I should be able to get it finished by next weekend, if I keep working at this pace. It will be so nice to have another of my long time large projects done and out of my way. And I hate this piece with such a passion, I hope I never see it again! *wink*
The Discovery is home safe and sound... Welcome Home, crew! I missed the landing, but I caught the bit where the crew came off the unit they went into from the shuttle where they did all the medical tests, and caught the mission captain's thanks to the staff, before they all boarded the crew transport to go back to the main facilities.
I guess I really don't have much to say right now, so I'll quit rambling. Maybe inspiration will strike later; for now I just had to gripe about the weather.
