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My Life Thus Far
2005-10-06 03:29:38 (UTC)

Directly From The Parisian

I didn't write this morning because I didn't want to. But
I thought about writing throughout the day. I ended up
deciding to just wait until before bed, like I normally do
(which is right now) and then catch you up on what I've
been doing all day. Which isn't much, but who's checking?
This paragraph makes no sense what so ever.

Last night I retired to my bedroom a little earlier and
ended up staying awake until 1am reading. I finished
Getting Mother's Body and FINALLY, a book ended the way I
thought it should end. I know, that's egotistical, but
what can I say? They found the mother's treasure, Billy
kept the baby and married Laz. All things I thought should
happen. So many times the book I happen to be reading
takes a turn in a direction I don't agree with and it
turns me off completely. I still finish the book. I may
even think it was a good book. But there's still that
element of disappointment that comes with an unhappy
ending. When I went on my walk this morning I took a side
trip to the library and picked up 3 more books. At the
rate I'm going, I'm reading a book a day and LOVING IT!
I'm making up for all the months that I went without
pleasure reading. And I know a time will come when I won't
have much free time to read, so I'm enjoying it while I
can. My next read is The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk
Kidd. I've seen the author on tv before. I think it was on
Oprah, so I know the book will be good. It's also a coming-
of-age-in-the-deep-south story. Only, this one
incorporates alot of what was going on with the civil
rights movement in the early 60's. A subject near and dear
to my heart, since I'm part African-American and from the
south (well, kind of. My parents were from the south.
Maryland and Tennessee). My mother was born in 1960 and
can remember segregation, so in a way I feel it touched my
life, too.

Helena (Snookums' step-mother, I don't think I've ever
used her name here before, or maybe I have and just don't
remember) sent Annie and Kiki a box of clothes yesterday
and before I could find room for them in their overflowing
closets and drawers, FedEx knocks at my door with a huge
box sent directly from the Parisian (an overpriced
department store in Michigan). More clothes, all wrapped
in lovely tissue and paper, in the signature black and
grey box. I'm so fortunate to have in-laws like Dan
(Snookums' dad) and Helena. They are so nice to me and my
children and they treat Annie like they treat Kiki, which
I'm so grateful for, because Annie lost her grandparents
all of a sudden and to be ignored by them would hurt her
so much. Some people do it, but I don't know how.

I'm tired. Staying up late last night cost me some sleep
and I'm paying for it now. Lost is coming on in 20
minutes, so I'm going to get Kiki ready for bed and enjoy
my evening programing before I pass out. Ciao.




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