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the thing about cleaning the computer room is that i can't stay off the computer.
i should turn off the monitor or something.
so i'm thinking...do i really want to go to oklahoma next weekend??? somehow i feel that the nonviolent sentiment is not going to be permeating the atmosphere there. and the whole jerry falwell/ pat robertson thing. they love that shit there.
i am torn between wanting to be with my family (my parents) and my dear dear friends, but not wanting to experience this time there as a culture. i don't want to talk about the situation with everyone over and over. i want to hear how good fennel is walking, i want to check out zoie and hear her first words. i want to chill and listen to some bridge road caravan at uncle bill's. i want to hug sequojah and drive around in norman. the leaves are going to be changing color!! i never really appreciated it before but now that i live in a climate with no fall it's sort of exciting.
sigh.
i dunno.
i don't mind the flying part. it's not that. if the flights are even back to normal by then.
when i first called my mom on tuesday morning we immediately got into a debate about the proper "response". i was just calling to check in and tell her i loved her. we are so different. my dad was pretty cool. he was in the army during vietnam (he was shipped to korea, though. but still. i think he has some trauma over the whole experience.) so he and i agreed on "not going off all half-cocked".
sigh.
i could just hole up in my adolescent bedroom and read the red tent. that sounds good. i can always read there because my mom takes the baby and i just kick back and let her cook.
indecision.
i should turn off the monitor or something.
so i'm thinking...do i really want to go to oklahoma next weekend??? somehow i feel that the nonviolent sentiment is not going to be permeating the atmosphere there. and the whole jerry falwell/ pat robertson thing. they love that shit there.
i am torn between wanting to be with my family (my parents) and my dear dear friends, but not wanting to experience this time there as a culture. i don't want to talk about the situation with everyone over and over. i want to hear how good fennel is walking, i want to check out zoie and hear her first words. i want to chill and listen to some bridge road caravan at uncle bill's. i want to hug sequojah and drive around in norman. the leaves are going to be changing color!! i never really appreciated it before but now that i live in a climate with no fall it's sort of exciting.
sigh.
i dunno.
i don't mind the flying part. it's not that. if the flights are even back to normal by then.
when i first called my mom on tuesday morning we immediately got into a debate about the proper "response". i was just calling to check in and tell her i loved her. we are so different. my dad was pretty cool. he was in the army during vietnam (he was shipped to korea, though. but still. i think he has some trauma over the whole experience.) so he and i agreed on "not going off all half-cocked".
sigh.
i could just hole up in my adolescent bedroom and read the red tent. that sounds good. i can always read there because my mom takes the baby and i just kick back and let her cook.
indecision.
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