...and i'm home again
2005-12-16||6:41 p.m.
Text from Maggie: “so im at my aunts&uncles house now&just discovered my aunt might be insane. There r fucking santa clauses everywhere. I walk into the bathroom&it just gets worse. There are hundreds of santas watching me pee. I need jews!”
Text from me: “I’m sorry that you’re being attacked by santas… Jews to the rescue! I shall smite all santas and those who dare to collect them!”
I’m definitely going over my text limit this month and I don’t really give a shit. It’s the best way to keep in touch with people and I’ll just pay the overages from my saving or whatever. Or maybe I could ask that my dad pay my overages for this month as my Christmas present. Hmmm… that actually sounds like a really good idea to me…
I am a fashion statement, according to my mother. I was informed of this after I walked out of the house in my USF sweatpants, Poudre sweatshirt, white socks and lime green flip flops. Fashion statement indeed.
My plan for the next two weeks: Sleep, eat, see friends, sleep, eat, go to Boulder, sleep, sleep, sleep, see friends, go back to San Francisco. Eat. It’ll be good, I swear.
Jesse and I will only overlap for four days this break. I’m hoping the majority of those four days will be spent at Diana’s or Ian’s house. Or Gil’s. Or on the street. Or possibly in the circus, if I can work that out…
I figured out last night that I get to see seven of my eight siblings this break! The only one I’m not seeing is Pino, because he lives in Santa Barbara and he and the family aren’t coming for Channukah this year. Too bad, but it’ll be fun seeing everyone else. I don’t get to go to Santa Fe to see Lizie and Jeremy’s new house, but they’ll be up in Boulder when I’m there. Along with Jessie, Eve, AJ, Orly and the assorted in-laws and nieces. I’ll get to see Anna on the 31st, along with April and the kids. And of course Jesse. That makes seven of the eight, I believe. Sometimes I think it’s useless to even try and keep track of all the numbers in this family.
Gil is making dinner tonight and we’ve decided against services because it’s Table Shabbat and my mom doesn’t like services when there’s a hundred screaming little kids running around. I think I might go to services tomorrow morning. I miss Zvi. If I don’t end up going I’ll definitely visit the cemetery and say the kaddish. I need to do that anyway. Erika’s grandma is sick and it makes me think of my bubbe a lot. I wish I could express to Erika my experience when bubbe died, but I don’t think I know how to begin describing that kind of pain. Or how she’s still a presence in my life, five and a half years later. Or how I still miss her just as much as the day she died. There are no words.