Saturday, August 06, 2005
I set up my planner for the fall, with classes colour-coded in neat array. Jessica and April O (two girls I work with) were impressed that I even incorporated times each weekday morning to ellipticize (represented by a block of sunflower yellow). The planner is as yet incomplete, for I must next integrate a work schedule, which I have not coordinated with Ali, the manager at the campus minimart to which I shall return for the fall (at least initially). Work will probably be blue, it being the bane of my existence.
Yesterday after the German final, I telephoned my aunt Debbie, who inquired as to when I should next return to the K-hole. The soonest opportunity is Thanksgiving, which I might manage if I have cash on hand for the bus tickets. Otherwise, it will again be winter break before anyone sees my hopefully-slightly-thinner face.
Then I called my aunt Pam, hearing much background noise of rambunctious little monkey children. 'Twould appear my mother's older sister, Barbara, is getting remarried today; I had called as Pam was getting dressed for the rehearsal dinner.
This is more scandalous than The Father remarrying. Barbara and her husband divorced when I was in third grade, and though she might go on the sporadic date, she dislikes people and therefore does not habitually engage in time with them. I would describe Aunt Barbara as a coldly beautiful woman, austere, with piercing blue eyes (sort of like mine, perhaps a bit lighter). She and my mom both were very pretty, but uptight and self-conscious to the point that neither exacted many benefits from it. Barbara is with all sincerity probably the world's hottest grandma (she is only forty-seven, but her eldest son, Caleb, has two hatchlings).
I wonder who the handsome young man might be, who could turn such a stubborn, willful, slightly-deranged (my mother and her four sisters are all batty, no denial) soul. I rather hope Barbara finds herself in the family way- that would be hilarious.
Anyhow, I must hold curiosity until tomorrow, when I shall call Pammy back to be filled with further gossipy detail.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 1:08 PM]