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No Sir, I don't like it....
Sep. 4th, 2003 10:48 pmThey did stuff to LiveJournal. Whatever they did, it's still giving a lot of error messages. I like the new colors and all, but I'll miss having everything laid out on the left side of the screen for me. Looking at my info page, some of my interests and friends are blue, some are black. I don't know what that means.
When we last left our heroine, she was soon to be on her way to a family reunion in Illinois. It turned out to be a trying, but ultimately satisfying day. The good parts were seeing cousins I'd heard about my whole life, but never met, and also talking to other cousins I hadn't seen in 30 years. Pouring over photographs, remembering past reunions and relatives no longer with us. Hearing stories about my grandma and her siblings.
And the food. The food was TO DIE FOR. There's just something about small-town, homemade, midwestern picnic food. Spaghetti, casseroles, pork roast, turkey, baked beans, countless potato salads, cole slaw, collard greens, oh yeah... mmmm.....
My brother made 84 deviled eggs, and I was lucky to even get one!
Don't get me started on dessert... mmmmm....
The down-side was that it poured rain all day long. There were nearly 100 of us, crammed into a small-town park shelter. The restrooms were icky. It was downright cold, and I for one, wasn't dressed for it. There were many, many children. Most of them were very well behaved. Each kid was given a goody-bag, filled with small toys to keep them occupied. Unfortunately, each bag contained a plastic WHISTLE! Since it was pouring rain, the kids couldn't spread out into the park, and out of earshot. They started running around and blowing their whistles in the cramped, brick-walled shelter, where grown-up's who hadn't seen each other in years, really wanted to be able to talk to each other! *AAAUUGGGHH!!*
It wasn't long before the whistles started disappearing... I didn't blame the kids, they wanted to be outside in the park, not cooped up with a bunch of grown-up's they didn't know. I remember feeling the same way in 1973, when my brothers and I were the kids at these reunions. I didn't understand then, when we were all tuckered out from a day of running around with cousins, and with a long drive ahead of us, how the parents just didn't want to leave, they couldn't tear themselves away from conversations with people who live far away, but mean so much. I understand now, though.
On Tuesday night, I went to the Childfree Meetup. There were only five of us, but we had a lovely time. This was the first one to have enough people signed up to actually happen! No single guys, though... Oh well.. I hope we can find more people.
I feel good, the cooler weather has had the desired effect. I got a ton of stuff done tonight, and last night, I made the best stir-fry ever. I threw in a bunch of random spices, and it turned out great.
No word on the job I interviewed for last week. It's a long-shot.
That's about all I know for now...
-Julie
When we last left our heroine, she was soon to be on her way to a family reunion in Illinois. It turned out to be a trying, but ultimately satisfying day. The good parts were seeing cousins I'd heard about my whole life, but never met, and also talking to other cousins I hadn't seen in 30 years. Pouring over photographs, remembering past reunions and relatives no longer with us. Hearing stories about my grandma and her siblings.
And the food. The food was TO DIE FOR. There's just something about small-town, homemade, midwestern picnic food. Spaghetti, casseroles, pork roast, turkey, baked beans, countless potato salads, cole slaw, collard greens, oh yeah... mmmm.....
My brother made 84 deviled eggs, and I was lucky to even get one!
Don't get me started on dessert... mmmmm....
The down-side was that it poured rain all day long. There were nearly 100 of us, crammed into a small-town park shelter. The restrooms were icky. It was downright cold, and I for one, wasn't dressed for it. There were many, many children. Most of them were very well behaved. Each kid was given a goody-bag, filled with small toys to keep them occupied. Unfortunately, each bag contained a plastic WHISTLE! Since it was pouring rain, the kids couldn't spread out into the park, and out of earshot. They started running around and blowing their whistles in the cramped, brick-walled shelter, where grown-up's who hadn't seen each other in years, really wanted to be able to talk to each other! *AAAUUGGGHH!!*
It wasn't long before the whistles started disappearing... I didn't blame the kids, they wanted to be outside in the park, not cooped up with a bunch of grown-up's they didn't know. I remember feeling the same way in 1973, when my brothers and I were the kids at these reunions. I didn't understand then, when we were all tuckered out from a day of running around with cousins, and with a long drive ahead of us, how the parents just didn't want to leave, they couldn't tear themselves away from conversations with people who live far away, but mean so much. I understand now, though.
On Tuesday night, I went to the Childfree Meetup. There were only five of us, but we had a lovely time. This was the first one to have enough people signed up to actually happen! No single guys, though... Oh well.. I hope we can find more people.
I feel good, the cooler weather has had the desired effect. I got a ton of stuff done tonight, and last night, I made the best stir-fry ever. I threw in a bunch of random spices, and it turned out great.
No word on the job I interviewed for last week. It's a long-shot.
That's about all I know for now...
-Julie
