Whatzit part 1: family
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brightbluegirlSo, I know I owe you all a lot of dishing on the whatzit. I will attempt...
I worked 10 hours yesterday, and really, the rest of the week is going to be busy, since we're supposedly releasing on Friday. But then there's a long weekend, and with luck, by the end of it, I'll feel caught up on everything - including lj.
Anyway, let's see what I can do today.
My father was wonderful. I surprised him at the airport, and got a surprise of my own, since Cam was on that flight as well. I gave Dad and Olga their gift and card, and the little cooler of beer, pink champagne, and orange juice, and drove them to their hotel. I was a little flustered while driving - maybe just tired, maybe excited, maybe nervous, but I made a few driving mistakes on the way - nothing dangerous, but still... flustered. He didn't say anything, so that was good.
They gave me a cheque that made me go all shaky as our present. And at the whatzit they were nice and polite, I think my Dad might have gotten bored during the reception, because they didn't seem to be talking to that many people, but maybe it was just when I looked at them. I was quite busy.
On Monday morning Andrew and I met them for breakfast, and that was nice, and then we drove them to the airport, and said goodbye. My Dad was really appreciative - said thanks for spending what time we did with him, said thanks for the alcohol, thanks for inviting him, that he was so glad they could be here, etc etc.
His wife was so sweet. She bought me a necklace (that I made sure to wear on Monday morning), that was silver (because she recalled that I prefer silver), and said "I don't want to overstep your mother's bounds, but every mother should give her daughter something special for her wedding" Which I thought was really sweet.
Of course, she's never been a mother figure for me, since I was already living on my own when they got married, but she thinks of me as a daughter, and that's sweet. I try to respect that, I never say otherwise in her hearing, and I try to remember her birthday and mother's day - of course, mostly just by calling, but still. It makes her feel good.
On the day of the whatzit, I cried. Why, you ask?
Because for the first time in over 10 years, I saw my parents in the same place. My father and his wife appeared, and my mom was already there, and they were NICE TO EACH OTHER. I still get a little weird feeling about it. Mom walked up to him, they shook each other's hands and congratulated each other on their daughter getting married, and it was SO weird.
So I went into the kitchen and cried, and Aaron was there (Andrew was doing something else, and didn't see, I think), and poor Aaron sort of awkwardly patted my back while I tried to calm down.
My eyes just got wetter. I think I'll stop talking about this for now.
My brother was great. He was really nice, and tried to take care of mom a lot, and was great. He got us two camping chairs and some candles (the candles are REALLY smelly though), and was really on during the reception. He was so helpful.
He's sort of staying with us right now. Some days he sleeps down at rec (wreck?) beach, instead of staying with us. He's looking to meet people of like mind, and of course he's busking and such, so it's all good. He knows he has a place to sleep when he needs it.
I like having my brother around.
I've lost my train of thought. I'll write more later...
I worked 10 hours yesterday, and really, the rest of the week is going to be busy, since we're supposedly releasing on Friday. But then there's a long weekend, and with luck, by the end of it, I'll feel caught up on everything - including lj.
Anyway, let's see what I can do today.
My father was wonderful. I surprised him at the airport, and got a surprise of my own, since Cam was on that flight as well. I gave Dad and Olga their gift and card, and the little cooler of beer, pink champagne, and orange juice, and drove them to their hotel. I was a little flustered while driving - maybe just tired, maybe excited, maybe nervous, but I made a few driving mistakes on the way - nothing dangerous, but still... flustered. He didn't say anything, so that was good.
They gave me a cheque that made me go all shaky as our present. And at the whatzit they were nice and polite, I think my Dad might have gotten bored during the reception, because they didn't seem to be talking to that many people, but maybe it was just when I looked at them. I was quite busy.
On Monday morning Andrew and I met them for breakfast, and that was nice, and then we drove them to the airport, and said goodbye. My Dad was really appreciative - said thanks for spending what time we did with him, said thanks for the alcohol, thanks for inviting him, that he was so glad they could be here, etc etc.
His wife was so sweet. She bought me a necklace (that I made sure to wear on Monday morning), that was silver (because she recalled that I prefer silver), and said "I don't want to overstep your mother's bounds, but every mother should give her daughter something special for her wedding" Which I thought was really sweet.
Of course, she's never been a mother figure for me, since I was already living on my own when they got married, but she thinks of me as a daughter, and that's sweet. I try to respect that, I never say otherwise in her hearing, and I try to remember her birthday and mother's day - of course, mostly just by calling, but still. It makes her feel good.
On the day of the whatzit, I cried. Why, you ask?
Because for the first time in over 10 years, I saw my parents in the same place. My father and his wife appeared, and my mom was already there, and they were NICE TO EACH OTHER. I still get a little weird feeling about it. Mom walked up to him, they shook each other's hands and congratulated each other on their daughter getting married, and it was SO weird.
So I went into the kitchen and cried, and Aaron was there (Andrew was doing something else, and didn't see, I think), and poor Aaron sort of awkwardly patted my back while I tried to calm down.
My eyes just got wetter. I think I'll stop talking about this for now.
My brother was great. He was really nice, and tried to take care of mom a lot, and was great. He got us two camping chairs and some candles (the candles are REALLY smelly though), and was really on during the reception. He was so helpful.
He's sort of staying with us right now. Some days he sleeps down at rec (wreck?) beach, instead of staying with us. He's looking to meet people of like mind, and of course he's busking and such, so it's all good. He knows he has a place to sleep when he needs it.
I like having my brother around.
I've lost my train of thought. I'll write more later...
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Date: 2004-07-29 12:59 pm (UTC)what is busking?
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:25 pm (UTC)He's looking at it as a good way to meet people, and practice his music (which he's quite good at anyway). He's just not a "straight job" kinda guy, by his own admission... which I have no issue with so long as he takes responsibility for himself.
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Date: 2004-07-29 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-07-29 01:06 pm (UTC)i still want to post about my thoughts; it's on my to-do list