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Greetings from Houston!

I'm here for a week visiting my sister. She has a 6 month old baby. My mom flew out to visit as well.

The flight was grueling, but I managed to survive. I had a brief layover in Denver and took some pictures of a bunch of kids waiting to depart for San Antonio for Basic Training. Couldn't help wondering how many of them wouldn't be around by the time their enlistment is up...they were just baby faced kids, bodies not even full grown, eyes still sparked with hope and wonder...

For some reason my mom decided that she could not bear the presence of my highschool letter jacket in her four bedroom home any longer, so she flew it out to Texas with her to give to me so I can try to find a space for it in my tiny studio apartment in Chico.

I'm not sure what to make of this? What she she trying to say? Does my existence bother her to such an extent that she must rid her home of any remaining shreds of me? In a way it's kind-of fitting though. I earned that letter for three years of track and my parents only came to ONE of my track meets. At this particular one, I ran my ass off and got first place because I wanted my parents to be proud of me. Wonder what else I could have done if they had showed more interest?

One of my sisters has an opposite problem. A husband who is way too involved in his kid's sporting events. Everything is baseball, baseball, baseball.

If I had to choose, I guess I'd choose the disinterested parents rather than the overbearing parents. A balance between the two would have been nice.


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May. 26th, 2004 10:09 am (UTC)
Has the humidity gotten to you yet? I've lived here all my life and it still kills me.
May. 26th, 2004 12:55 pm (UTC)
yeah, it's bad, but thankfully not too hot....yet.
Jul. 10th, 2004 03:35 am (UTC)
Nah, you're existence doens't bother your mom. It's the mom way of making certain you have your stuff before she either puts it in a yard sale, takes it to Goodwill or just throws it away. Every time I visit my mom or visit with her somewhere else (family events, etc), she brings something that either belongs to me or my brother--- is this yours? Do you still want it or want me to get rid of it? I'll get rid of it if you want me to; I don't want you and your brother to have to go through what we had to when such and such died and have all this junk to have to go through---
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