deepgreen18

Apparently, after a week, the update thingy saying how long it's been since you posted doesn't count days anymore. It just says "one week" until the next week goes by. Today it said "two weeks". That was somewhat startling when it happened. One day I'm doing my semi-normal thing of not posting for a week and the next I'm into unknown territory. This post is the result, so perhaps my readers (assuming there are any left) should vote on how long I should wait between posts?

Oddly enough, these past...two weeks...have been pretty interesting. Me and my youngest brother went on a shopping spree and saw a drum-off at Guitar Center (tm, I'm sure). We get along very well, my brother and I. Mainly it's because we have very similar interests. We both like classical music (that was a surprise, a very pleasant one), we both are dedicated hobbyists (I do TV and reading, he does online anime and manga), and our minds just work the same, meaning we can talk pretty easily.
The drum-off wasn't that great. It was the first of several, with the final coming up this week, so we didn't get to see the cream of the crop. However, I did buy a new cable for my electric violin, which was exciting for me. I hardly ever buy anything band-related.

I am inching forward on the knitting. Yes, I know I thought it would get done two weeks ago. I just haven't. This makes me a horribly efficient procrastinator. (One of my habits is to make my worst faults into something I can say cheerfully). So, I'm closer. The arms and neck are done. I've just got to do the ridiculously simple duplicate stitching to make the Taurus on the front. I've even practiced the stitch and everything, but it seems like the only time I knit is in knitting group (Thursdays, 12-2pm), and there is only so much one can get done in two hours.

Lastly, my family went down to Dallas last Friday in order to do a long put-off and eagerly awaited thing: have a wedding reception. Sounds odd, yes? My older sister and her fiance got married last year in May (the 24th, if ya'll were wondering), but....kept it secret. They didn't want the wedding itself to be a big deal because of finances. So there we were, happily helping her plan stuff out during their visit at Christmas when they decided to tell us about it. Now, how could we be upset, exactly? They did something good: getting married and saving money. My problem was the whole "lie for eight months" about it. I'm a pretty truthful person, or I try to be, and there is no way I would do something like that to my family. There wasn't much I could do about that seemed helpful, though, so I let it lie (or would that be lay?).

The party totally made up for everything.

I wasn't expecting to have so much fun, nor talk to so many people, nor dance with nearly everyone (part of the plan, more later), and I certainly didn't expect to get hit on. Most of all, I didn't expect to cry.

It seems like my best plans are made spur-of-the-moment, from going exploring in town to finding a movie to watch because of boredom. I made a plan right after I arrived at the party: 1) Dance with everyone who says 'yes'. 2) Eat anything and everything I want (stretchy dresses and wonderful hors deouvres go very well together). 3) Drink a modest amount of alcohol. And I did so. Parties bring out my fun side. Perhaps that's because I've never had a truly horrible experience at good parties. In any case, I see no reason not to enjoy myself as long as I don't make myself sick. The plan brought about the first four of my "wasn't expectings", which tells you how good a plan it was. My last one was because of another tradition: the father-daughter dance. There was my older sis, looking like the queen of the night in her very dark blue dress and up-do (she's never been one for white), and there was my dad, looking nearly the same as I've ever seen him (I envied adults in puberty for their unchanging physical attributes), dancing to "A Wonderful World", finally acknowledging something that happened a year-and-a-half ago. I'm sure there will be pictures, my aunt is a good photographer. I may keep one, it's a good memory.
Additionally, there was a mother-son dance, of which I approved in a slightly less emotional manner. It just seemed right. The whole party seemed right, correct, and needful, even. There was a void in our understanding of what my sister and her husband were until then. Being told they married is one thing, celebrating it was something else altogether.

Since then, life has gone back to normal, however much I wish to change it. At least we have a great party (one of my first) to remember.

Until next time,
Greene