I finished the crazy Sam picture I’ve been working on for months, and then had nothing to do. There was lunchish thing, and I had two hardboiled eggs and some celery; luckily, we did go out for dinner. It wasn’t very good (I suspect Mexican in the Northeast rarely is), but I am less hungry.
My grandmother is a little unfamiliar to me. She has that old-people habit of not really listening to you when you talk, but only getting things that relate to her experience. Mama’s and my arrival hasn’t interrupted the routine around here at all, and sometimes everyone’s taking naps or in some other room. Not that I mind, it’s just a little strange. I suppose it’s better than their trying to make us the guest-like center of attention; it was their relative, really, who died, and this should be more about them.
We will be at the church tomorrow at 10 to practice the things for the service. I wonder how it will be. I’m still hungry, and not because I’m trying to be.
I’m missing the tour by SO CLOSE, it’s eating my soul.
My grandmother is a little unfamiliar to me. She has that old-people habit of not really listening to you when you talk, but only getting things that relate to her experience. Mama’s and my arrival hasn’t interrupted the routine around here at all, and sometimes everyone’s taking naps or in some other room. Not that I mind, it’s just a little strange. I suppose it’s better than their trying to make us the guest-like center of attention; it was their relative, really, who died, and this should be more about them.
We will be at the church tomorrow at 10 to practice the things for the service. I wonder how it will be. I’m still hungry, and not because I’m trying to be.
I’m missing the tour by SO CLOSE, it’s eating my soul.