05-02-00Dinners with my family are always something quite surreal. I always think that I am going home to do some laundry and eat some food, and generally take advantage, but I always end up getting my mind twisted around in some convoluted knot that I can't even begin to unravel.
Personally, I'm still trying to decide whether the watercress and mixed baby greens salad with balsamic viniagrette or the fresh picked asparagus with hollandaise is a better sign of spring, but I'm sure my time would be better spent trying to understand why now that I'm almost 28 that the topic of me being adopted so I can have some kind of genealogical legitimacy comes up. I believe I inquired into this possibility at 19, when they got married, and I got poo-poo'd for being too old. Or maybe why my parents have an awesome scanner and great software, but the crappiest, ancient suck ass computer on the planet, or better yet WHY did I spend 5 hours trying to bend it all to my will, only to figure it all out after I was too tired to care?
My mother said something to me that struck a chord, though. My little sister [who is 8.5] has graciously taken my celestial bedroom set cast offs. I asked about how they would be utilized, and my mother announced that they would most likely be shuttling Allie across the hall to Anna's old room, because Anna [my 17 year old sister] never stays the night anymore. And all I could think about was how sad it would make me feel if the room that had always been mine was remade over into something else, and then I remembered that my bedroom is now the back study/playroom/general storage area. And that's when I decided that Anna could just suck it up.
I do have clean clothing now, though. So much for the semi-annual laundering.
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