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Jun. 9th, 2005 05:46 pmSometimes I'm glad I'm so picky about my fandoms. *casts sympathetic glances at Serenity ticketwanters*
It looks as though Childhood's Hour may have to dangle where it is for a bit; today is going to be spent packing and giving the sibs their marching orders, as tomorrow I leave for an extended visit with Lucky's mum, who has taken a peculiar liking for me.
Now, not to say anything against my mother's taste in men, since Lucky (while a trial at times) is a decent man who tries to do his best, but I have a feeling his mother likes me because I have Manners and most of her brood do not. You all don't see my Manners because I only post the cooking disasters and faux-pas of my life here (happiness isn't interesting, as Charles Schultz said) but I am a quiet, deferential person and I do not have food fights at the table like her twenty-two year old grandchildren did at Christmas. I write thank you notes and I don't argue with her occasionally terrifying opinions, because she's an old woman who can't even walk very well, and they do no harm to anyone.
At any rate, I have Manners, and her grandchildren....tend not to. Very nice people, but not very polite or thoughtful or good with using forks. So, she's invited me down to stay at her timeshare in Galveston for the week.
Galveston is a terrible place, on the whole. It's an island in the Gulf of Mexico just barely detached from the South Texas coast, and everything there is brown. The water, the sky, the buildings, all brown. Many of the beaches there are paved. Cement beaches, which nicely reflect the intense, mind-boggling heat to bake you evenly on all sides.
Everything has a retaining wall around it, because periodically Galveston is destroyed by storms, being an unprotected little island that is ugly in the sight of God. As soon as the storms clear, the inhabitants return and continue to build wharves way out into the gulf, crowning them with tourist-tchochke shops and cheap eateries that will be washed away in the next big storm. Most of the island is taken up with timeshares, resorts, and fast food restaurants.
Before the Galvestonians (any b.o.i.s in the readership?) get all up in arms, I will say that Galveston does have some pretty parts to it. Old Town, while still rife with tourist traps, has some interesting history and architecture, and of course the great glass pyramids of Moody Gardens are in the top three reasons I have for going down there. The other two reasons are that my family is on my absolutely last nerve, and I could use a week without quite so many distractions in which to rest, meditate, and finish LC 2.
I should have internet access while I'm there; there's a phone line in the timeshare we're staying in, and I use Earthlink for dialup, which has two numbers local to the Galveston area. The timeshare might even be equipped with wireless, one never knows.
I will, however, be online quite a lot less -- touristing, running errands for Lucky's mum (who, I foresee, will have to be nicknamed soon) and making sure that every time she picks up the phone she doesn't hear my modem. :D
It looks as though Childhood's Hour may have to dangle where it is for a bit; today is going to be spent packing and giving the sibs their marching orders, as tomorrow I leave for an extended visit with Lucky's mum, who has taken a peculiar liking for me.
Now, not to say anything against my mother's taste in men, since Lucky (while a trial at times) is a decent man who tries to do his best, but I have a feeling his mother likes me because I have Manners and most of her brood do not. You all don't see my Manners because I only post the cooking disasters and faux-pas of my life here (happiness isn't interesting, as Charles Schultz said) but I am a quiet, deferential person and I do not have food fights at the table like her twenty-two year old grandchildren did at Christmas. I write thank you notes and I don't argue with her occasionally terrifying opinions, because she's an old woman who can't even walk very well, and they do no harm to anyone.
At any rate, I have Manners, and her grandchildren....tend not to. Very nice people, but not very polite or thoughtful or good with using forks. So, she's invited me down to stay at her timeshare in Galveston for the week.
Galveston is a terrible place, on the whole. It's an island in the Gulf of Mexico just barely detached from the South Texas coast, and everything there is brown. The water, the sky, the buildings, all brown. Many of the beaches there are paved. Cement beaches, which nicely reflect the intense, mind-boggling heat to bake you evenly on all sides.
Everything has a retaining wall around it, because periodically Galveston is destroyed by storms, being an unprotected little island that is ugly in the sight of God. As soon as the storms clear, the inhabitants return and continue to build wharves way out into the gulf, crowning them with tourist-tchochke shops and cheap eateries that will be washed away in the next big storm. Most of the island is taken up with timeshares, resorts, and fast food restaurants.
Before the Galvestonians (any b.o.i.s in the readership?) get all up in arms, I will say that Galveston does have some pretty parts to it. Old Town, while still rife with tourist traps, has some interesting history and architecture, and of course the great glass pyramids of Moody Gardens are in the top three reasons I have for going down there. The other two reasons are that my family is on my absolutely last nerve, and I could use a week without quite so many distractions in which to rest, meditate, and finish LC 2.
I should have internet access while I'm there; there's a phone line in the timeshare we're staying in, and I use Earthlink for dialup, which has two numbers local to the Galveston area. The timeshare might even be equipped with wireless, one never knows.
I will, however, be online quite a lot less -- touristing, running errands for Lucky's mum (who, I foresee, will have to be nicknamed soon) and making sure that every time she picks up the phone she doesn't hear my modem. :D
