Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2015-11-20 06:00:08 (UTC)

An Ingrained Aversion

The problem with loving to read, is that once I get going on a book I don't want to put it down. Snookums had school this morning, and I didn't have a whole lot of things going on. So, what did I do? I finally got around to picking up To Kill A Mockingbird again. I've been meaning to reread it for months now (so I can read Harper Lee's new sequel with the original fresh in my mind), but I got one chapter in and never got back around to it. With Facebook out of the picture, I've got all kinds of new free time! I've got about a hundred pages to go and I'm done. I work in the morning, so I really shouldn't stay up late to finish it... but I probably will.

Speaking of Facebook, I got a sneak peak into what's been going on in my absence. There's a cute little shop up in Port Townsend that sells lovely, kitschy books, games, gifts, etc. Abracadabra is it's name. I know I've mentioned before. Spur of the moment, Snookums and I decided we wanted to go up there and get a new game for the kids (all our best ones have come from there). I needed to check and see what time they closed (because all the little shops close early during the week). Anyhow, I thought I was clicking on their website link, but turns out I clicked on their Facebook page link. At the top of the banner I saw what I've been missing out on. 68 notifications, 11 friend requests, 1 message, 320 feed updates. Like an ingrained aversion, the same reaction one might have to seeing something repugnant, I quickly closed the page. I'm not interested in having anything to do with all that. And yet, I'm not ready to totally write it off for good. Once in awhile I miss updating my friends on what's going on in my life. And I miss knowing what's going on in there's... but not enough to jump back in just yet. Maybe I'll get through a few more books on my waiting list first.

So, we did go up to Port Townsend after the kids got out of school. Each of the kids got to pick out an item for themselves (Annie got a journal, Kiki got a joke book, Keenan got a book about elephants). I found a really cool bag made out of recycled grain sacks. Its made by the same company that makes the slightly irreverent, somewhat vulgar little bags I like to organize my stuff in. So far I have ones that say "medical marijuana", "Bitches get shit done", and "please don't fuck with my shit", which I find especially funny since I have to get bag checks at work. It's cool. The only issue I have with it is that it's kind of small. But really, I could stand to carry less stuff.

We had dinner at a tiny Asian bistro that has an impressive vegan menu. It's one of the few places in the area where I don't have to nitpick and dissect every item on the menu to come up with something vegan. I had the hotpot with 6 varieties of mushrooms and other assorted veggies. The sauce was divine. The table next to us (in the very tiny restaurant) was an interracial family (elderly parents, adult kids, spouses). They were being obnoxiously loud, like the joint was empty besides them. But in a weird way I was a little jealous of the dynamic they had going. Joking with one another, laughing, sharing entrees family style. The parents were celebrating their 46th anniversary. The dad was black, and the mother white. That may not seem significant in this day and age, but I was dying to pick their brains and get a better understanding of what it was like when they married back in 1969, during the civil rights movement. I bet it was an interesting time. I hope when our kids are grown and get married, we have the same jovial family dynamic. My kids are so calm and quiet it doesn't seem likely.

Keenan came to Snookums and I on Monday and mentioned that he was interested in taking dance classes. I can't say I'm too surprised, but I didn't initially act on it. He mentioned it again tonight. I'm actually a little shocked and impressed with Snookums' reaction to Keenan mentioning it again. He didn't try to talk him out of it. He didn't try to persuade him to join a traditionally masculine sport instead. He went online and researched dance schools. The mother of a friend and former coworker of mine owns a local dance school that has a really great following. We're thinking of going with that school. Next week, probably Monday, I'll go in and see about getting him started. Keenan will make such an adorable dancer!

Why does this site allow followers, but I can't see who they are? At one point I had 13, then 12, now 10... sorry if I bore you invisible followers. Nothing much going on here. Mostly I forget my diary is even public. There's something much more cathartic releasing my thoughts out into the deep, vast internet. It doesn't help quite as much when I know for sure I'm the only person reading it. Not that I expect many other people are. It just helps knowing others are possibly out there...




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