Brief and Incomeplete Update
January 8, 2010
I took the truck to to the mainland for service. We have a brilliant garage. Why are they so good I wondered? Because almost everyone who works there belongs to the same family?
Perhaps, but if it answers one question, it leaves another? How can a family get along so well and work so well together? Well, I found out, they are Palestinians. They are Palestinian Christians. They told me about hiding under the bed as bullets went through their house during one of the wars. Then things got interesting for them…
They told me the water pump on our truck was about to break, so I said, “Please fix it,” which they did and it cost a lot, so I don’t have $5 to send anybody this month as my cheap good deed of the month, though actually I sent $25 to my aunt Henriette so she can get a new sofa bed as my cousin Julie said Henriette is doing much better and is less crazy. I am not sure how anyone in my family can be less crazy. It’s sort of an oath my great-great-grandparents took that we would all be crazy.
I visited one of the libraries where I used to work. When I worked there, the library system presented a polished and friendly face to the world, but behind the scenes everyone was at each other’s throats. I saw many people I knew and learned everyone is still at each other’s throats. I asked about my old boss, who treated me quite badly when I was still working so she (former boss, could be promoted. The person I talked to, who just got married at the age of 60 (how romantic!), said, “The Wicked Witch of the West is doing fine” (so I guess I will not email her and suggest we become friends again).
I visited Random Granddaughter and Mommy (her birth mother) and saw Mama (my daughter), who passed her first term of calculus/statistics, but is completely stressed out.
RG was apparently very excited about my visit and wanted to show me her latest dolly, but went into a meltdown because she couldn’t find it, but then found where it had fallen off the couch (so be careful where you put your dolly or your spouse as the case may be). She showed me her doll’s hair net, which is also its bridal veil. RG is really into weddings right now, which may mean that there is something she is not telling her mommies, though as precocious as she is, I doubt she will need a shotgun wedding at the age of five years old.
I asked why her best friend across the street (I should probably stop using friend’s real name, so I will call her BFAS) is not going to the private School for Very Bright Children (SVBC) and Mommy said BFAS’ mom thinks it is a very elitist school and decided to send BFAS to public school (though SVBC seems ultra PC to me even though most of parents are wealthy. However, BFAS like RG is very bright, so Mommy doubts that my that BFAS is being well served by public school.
I will have to finish this later.