I describe the hell that is small-town visiting (can't call it life!)12:57 a.m. - 2003-06-02
A miserly week! Why does it feel like it's been so much longer since I typed in this lavender window? (Actually, I am typing in Wordpad{TM, no doubt} in case I accidentally open something in that window and all my typing goes to naught) Yes, tis been an exciting week, too. I bought my only current skirt (I have maybe 2 other skirts, that I literally never wear. Because they are fugly.).
So, the exciting plans for Monday-Friday? Can you contain all the excitement? Cause I don't know if you can... We are going down to the country! Whoo hoo! You know, I don't think I have ever mentioned my hatred/loathing of the country. **shudder**
The most boring place in the universe, nay, in any dimension. So where exactly is the country? Lesterville. (not surprisingly, there is no town website, so you'll just have to live without a link). Actually, its not such a terrible town. There is the lovely, spring-fed Black River very close by, Lesterville is even mentioned in the description. I also understand that there are hotels in the area that have fun stuff going on, archery, etc. But this is the house where my father spent his teenage years. Its old. There is very little going on out there for anyone, but especially a city girl. I don't particularly care for the odor of cow shit. I don't enjoy messing about with any of the "toys" that are kept out there, such as dump trucks, backhoes, or tractors. I hole up in my bedroom when down there, and read. I occasionally emerge to eat, or watch some movie already seen a gazillion times on tape (tv reception down there is... not the greatest.) We occasionally go down to the river in summer, but not enough to warrant the trip in my opinion. Therefore, the country is avoided like the plague. However, it can’t be avoided this time. We have family visiting from Australia! Exciting, yes. Until Mom pops the dreaded news-- there has been a delightful excursion to mind-death, uh, I mean Lesterville, planned. So, lets just enter the numbers here for a minute.
1 bathroom
4 bedrooms
5 members of my immediate family
3 members of Australian relatives- Mom’s sister/hubby/daughter (lives in Ireland now)
4 members of family who have also decided to pop along on this trip.
DOES NOT COMPUTE!
So, 12 people (Actual relatives are: mom, dad, brother, brother, me, aunt, uncle, cousin [Australian one, she works and lives in Ireland right now, but came with her parents for a vacation to the States], aunt [American, just along for the ride], cousin [American aunt’s daughter, the evil age of 13], cousin [American aunt’s son, the evil age of 16], and grandfather). Will it be hell? Why, yeeees. Might it turn out better than expected? God, I hope so. Wish me luck and patience. At least I’m promised an actual bed. Be glad for the little things, Chloe. It will keep you sane. Right?
:o)
Chloe
It took ten minutes to get this page to work. I guess I'm not the only one with a penchant for late night diary-entry writing! Or else in a foreign country day-time writing. Yeah.
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