So sorry I haven’t posted in a bit. It’s not that I don’t love all 18 of you it’s just that I have recently discovered the majestic majesty that is the book, 1984. Like, HOLY CRAP. I haven’t been this obsessed with a book since … um … the first Twilight novel. I KNOW OK. I liked it. I mean, it was terrible but I liked it. I didn’t like the other three though — so don’t un-follow me. Ok great.
Anyways, it’s amazing. But I’m super political so that might explain my obsession.
So this is what I’ve been up to. A couple weeks ago I went with my mama up to the ol’ end of the trail itself, Oregon, to visit the ol’ 80 somethin matriarch herself — my grandma (there were a lot of ol’s in that sentence) — and she’s doing just great up there in her new assisted living home. Of course the first thing I asked her upon our arrival was if she had met any potential soul mates since she had made her debut to which she just smiled and said, “Well there’s this one man … but he’s been married three times.”
I suppose I had an I-don’t-see-the-problem look on my face because she continued with, “so he’s real petty.”
And while to the layman that may sound like he is a shallow and materialistic person, according to my grandma that directly translates to “he likes to pet people.” Which I guess means he’s touchy feely … gasp. But it’s like, he’s 85. What’s he going to do? … Don’t answer that.
Some other highlights from the weekend included, but are not limited to: driving back from Wal-Mart and thinking I was making a brilliant observation by breaking the silence with: “Do you guys understand that there are currently three generations of awesome in this car right now? Well four. I guess this would be a good time to tell you I’m pregnant.” And driving through Weed, CA on our way back home and hearing my mom say: “I’ll get a shirt that says 'I Love Weed' if you will.”
By the way, I’m totally not pregnant. And my mom made the cannabis comment completely unprovoked.
And so we returned to our little gold-mining town tucked away in a landscape that is both beautiful and yet seems to proclaim, “I have completely given up on my life goals.” A contradiction of sorts.
But alas, 1984 has inspired me not to succumb to the life/time vacuum that is Placerville. As I was driving around yesterday looking for “just for now” jobs I drove past a store that advertised a need for campaign volunteers for a particular political party I associate myself with and I quickly wrote down the number. I will call them tomorrow — Monday, the first day of the business week, and make it known that I wish to be of service. AND I WILL BLOW EL DORADO COUNTY/CALIFORNIA/WASHINGTON/AMERICA/THE WORLD AWAY WITH MY POLITICAL PROWESS. But they’ll probably just have me hand out some pamphlets. BUT THOSE PAMPHLETS WILL CHANGE THE COURSE OF HISTORY. Hopefully.
And my sister turns 19 tomorrow.
I try to give her a little advice on her birthday every year seeing as she’s young and retarded and I’m like, so much older and wiser. But I have no idea what to say. I guess I’ll just go with the usual “don’t do drugs and other things of that nature,” card. I mean its worked so far. Kind of. No it totally has.