All In The Family


FRIDAY

6:30 am - Up. Shower, teeth, hair, clothes.
6:50 am - Dog taken out, fed, walked, returned to crate.
7:15 am - read paper
7:30 am -- cat fed, box filled.
7:40 am - Last minute things packed.
7: 45 am – Fashion crises, bag repacked.
7:50 am - Bags by door.
7:55 am – toothbrush discoverd still in bathroom. Bag repacked.
8:00 am - Wait. Being pacing. Decide chosen book sucks; discover all books in possession suck. Stick with chosen book, hope it doesn’t suck that much.
8:05 am - Pacing.
8:10 am - pacepacepace
8:15 am - Load car. 74 degrees
8:16 am - go across street for breakfast. Wait in line.
8:30 am - On road. Rain starts.
10:30 am - Traffic tie up for accident. Improved rain! Now with pouring action!
11:15 am - Discover not tied up for accident, tied up to look at puddle in median.
2:00 pm – Chosen book does suck that much.
3:30 pm - Traffic tied up for accident on other side of freeway.
4:05 pm - Traffic tied up for accident caused by looking at now cleared accident.
5:30 pm. Still raining, arrive at destination 48 degrees.

Change clothes to go eat get back into car. Try to remember who all these people are. Multiple new children since last visit. Still Raining.

Go to house, watch basketball… So not at all like football. So tired, went to sleep.

SATURDAY

Go to party. Ate much food, spoke to many relatives, knew who some of them were. Discovered the Pennsylvania Dutch serve cake before the meal. Decide this is a lifestyle choice I could get behind. Was I over dressed? Yes. Yes I was. Will I never wear anything more dressy than clean chinos and a polo shirt to another family event ( barring weddings)? call me chino girl!

Lather rinse repeat.

My uncle successfully turned 90. Still very cool guy.

My grandmother knew who I was but thought that I am a child. A very tall child. I am tall, tall, tall; and a child or was very recently, a child. My youthful innocence makes me seem childlike. I am hoping this is not tied to my marital status or my child freeness. I am so young looking that I must be much younger then I really am. The gray in my hair really looks like blond highlights .

The party was really fun and held at a lovely old home. I got to speak to and get caught up with a lot of kin I haven’t scene in decades. The birthday cake was fabulous.

Still raining, 54 degrees.


SUNDAY

6:30 am – tiny toddler cousin selflessly volunteered to act as alarm clock. Did excellent job. Wash up, dress, strip bedding, pack bags. Take bags downstairs.

7:00 am – Sunday morning children’s programming on television is awful.

7:30 am - Still raining. 56 degrees.

7:45 am - Why do programming people hate small children? I mean, really, really hate.

8:00 am - On road to breakfast.

8:30 am - Eat breakfast.

9:00 am – On road. Still Raining.

11:30 am – IKEA!!!!

Why don’t I have an IKEA?? Why! Why do they hate me? This is amazing. I could live here. I want everything. It’s like a really big, much cooler Target! It’s like a Target mated with a Sam’s club crossed with a Pottery Barn and every day is the day after Christmas.

If there had been an IKEA when I was furnishing my first place? Or the second or third or this one? Oh My God. I could have such neat stuff. I never would have gotten that Frequent Shoppers card at Goodwill.

I bought the best shower curtain ever. I have new hope for my bathroom. With the mirrors I bought for my entry ways, my chi will be safer. I will be happier and all will be good in the world – a world that I have really kewl paper napkins and an IKEA catalogue!

The greater Baltimore/Washington area has Three IKEAs.


The greater Dianaverse has none. The next time I go to IKEA, I am bringing the truck. I want to create my own IKEAverse.

6:00 pm – Arrive Home. Still raining, 53 degrees.