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Tomorrow I leave for the grandparent's villa in good old Mississippi, which won't mean much, internet-wise, as they've set up an access point for their laptop-toting granddaughters. Woot.
The cousins are there, three girls that I haven't seen in about a year. It will be nice seeing them. For about a day. The eldest of the girls is thirteen, I believe, and the youngest is six, at most. They like shopping at Claire's, watching Spongebob, and the Jonas Brothers.
I love them. They are not my primo-vacation buddies. To them, I am as old as the hills. Heh.
The reconstruction of the house continues apace. Today, my mother and I tiled two of her kitchen counters. In truth, all that remains of the job I've been drafted into is one long kitchen counter, and an island. Not daunting in terms of labor, but I am so tired of this. As I pointed out to my mother, I'm never going to be enthusiastic about this because I was not included in the planning process.
Here's how this should have gone:
"Do you think we need to retile the counters?"
"What?"
"The counters. They need to change."
"Uhm..."
"And the cabinets. They need new paint. And maybe I'll take this cabinet door off and make a glass door, instead."
"Great... Sounds like fun."
"Oh, also I was repainting the bathroom and discovered that the shower base was cracked and needs to be replaced, and now's a perfect time to redecorate... We should tile that, too!"
"Yuh. Uhm, Dad? Mom's at it again. You have four other children, and I'm joining Greenpeace. Let me know how it goes."
END SCENE.
My mother swears that this job will be done by summer's end, and we as a family can then take an actual vacation, but I'm not holding my breath.
And I'd feel worse about how hard my mother's working, except that, uh. She kind of brought it on herself.
Anyway, in the meantime, I've rediscovered modern punk, a genre I'd left sometime in high school in pursuit of harder rock. The lighter instrumentation and messages of non-conformity and mischief strike a chord in me, nowadays.
It's just fun.
So, in preparation for my forays into Family-Reunion Land, I'm stocking up on Thrice, Rise Against, The Used, Atomship, Yellowcard, Panic at the Disco, and The All-American Rejects.
The cousins are there, three girls that I haven't seen in about a year. It will be nice seeing them. For about a day. The eldest of the girls is thirteen, I believe, and the youngest is six, at most. They like shopping at Claire's, watching Spongebob, and the Jonas Brothers.
I love them. They are not my primo-vacation buddies. To them, I am as old as the hills. Heh.
The reconstruction of the house continues apace. Today, my mother and I tiled two of her kitchen counters. In truth, all that remains of the job I've been drafted into is one long kitchen counter, and an island. Not daunting in terms of labor, but I am so tired of this. As I pointed out to my mother, I'm never going to be enthusiastic about this because I was not included in the planning process.
Here's how this should have gone:
"Do you think we need to retile the counters?"
"What?"
"The counters. They need to change."
"Uhm..."
"And the cabinets. They need new paint. And maybe I'll take this cabinet door off and make a glass door, instead."
"Great... Sounds like fun."
"Oh, also I was repainting the bathroom and discovered that the shower base was cracked and needs to be replaced, and now's a perfect time to redecorate... We should tile that, too!"
"Yuh. Uhm, Dad? Mom's at it again. You have four other children, and I'm joining Greenpeace. Let me know how it goes."
END SCENE.
My mother swears that this job will be done by summer's end, and we as a family can then take an actual vacation, but I'm not holding my breath.
And I'd feel worse about how hard my mother's working, except that, uh. She kind of brought it on herself.
Anyway, in the meantime, I've rediscovered modern punk, a genre I'd left sometime in high school in pursuit of harder rock. The lighter instrumentation and messages of non-conformity and mischief strike a chord in me, nowadays.
It's just fun.
So, in preparation for my forays into Family-Reunion Land, I'm stocking up on Thrice, Rise Against, The Used, Atomship, Yellowcard, Panic at the Disco, and The All-American Rejects.
