Staring Into the Maw

Once again self is showing up at a splendiferous family gathering — solo. Son declined to drive north for uncle and aunt’s 50th wedding anniversary, tonight, and a few hours ago hubby declared he was really too fatigued to make it, and so that leaves self having to stiff-upper-lip it all the way. This morning Dearest Mum called bright and early to ask self to bring a set of evening bags for her aunts and cousins (as if self has a plethora of those lying around), and self was so overwhelmed with the idea that she might be expected to wear an evening gown that she copped out and is now wearing a knit dress. A striped knit dress, about 15 years old, from Talbot’s.

Self will have to try and catch up on the latest family gossip (although some of that might be fun), and then she will have to crawl into bed and try to get to sleep, for four hours, and then she has to shlep over to San Jose Airport, and then she has to change planes in Atlanta, and then she has to pray that the pilot of her Delta plane has the skill of Sully Sullenberger, for the destination is La Guardia, which according to a recent Vanity Fair article by William Langewische, is just chock-full of fat and lazy Canada geese, just flying aimlessly about and waiting to be sucked into the plane engines.

Okey-dokey! At least today self was able to get started on that book review she has to write (due August 3, but she still has to read one other book). She got to page 410 and this has got to be the most boring book about Burma in the entire world. Self loves Burma. She loves Aung San Suu Kyi. She weeps for the Burmese people. She just happened to finish reading a fantastic book, Finding George Orwell in Burma, by Emma Larkin. Why she happened to land on the most boring, dry, pedantic book about Burma in the whole world is beyond her. Oh well!

Self’s nails are really, really a mess, and the manicurista was frosty and demanded to know why self hadn’t made an appointment sooner. (Because self is trying to write a book? And Dearest Mum is visiting? And she has to be in New York after barely recovering from son’s commencement? Will any of those reasons suffice?)

Oh, well, nothing for it. At least she has the memory of Kristin Scott Thomas’ performance in “Easy Virtue” to tide her through. Self found out from the credits that the movie is actually an adaptation of a Noel Coward play. Based on this and other evidence, self has now concluded that Noel Coward’s material just does not translate well to the modern era.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

6 Comments

  1. June 21, 2009 at 4:25 am

    Oh, safe travels through all these waters, anniversary dinner, trip to New York, and all that, until you are safe back at home.

  2. June 21, 2009 at 4:57 am

    Oh, thank you, Kathleen! I will bring my laptop so I can still blog!

  3. June 21, 2009 at 1:28 pm

    What Kathleen said.
    I wonder if it counts to virtually water your plants for you while you’re gone…

    p.s.
    Happy Father’s Day to hubby!

  4. JoAnn Balingit said,

    June 21, 2009 at 6:50 pm

    I hope the gossip’s fun. Fun for me to imagine your big family gathering with lots of olders. Our family gatherings are always (have always been all) just siblings. Of which I am one of the eldest. What are the evening bags for?

  5. June 22, 2009 at 1:25 am

    Well, the evening was fun. Self doth protest too much!

    The evening bags were for my aunt and cousins. But anyway, self only brought one, and Dearest Mum said they already found their own evening bags …

  6. June 22, 2009 at 1:44 am

    Thank you for Happy Father’s Day thoughts, mnemosyne!

    I bought hubby a teapot with an infuser, one of those Bodum ones — and tea to go with it!


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