Everything Must Change
Aug. 19th, 2004 07:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geoviki< RL >This is one of my intermittent real life-posts.
We took my daughter off to college today. I don't know exactly what I was expecting to feel like, but so far, whatever that was hasn't arrived. But it did bring back a million recollections from both my husband and me of our college days (we met in college a zillion years ago).
And we listened to both the Allman Brothers and Pink Floyd on the drive there and back, and if that doesn't just reek of old memories, I can't tell you what else might. Being the music obsessed whore that I am.
I really remember anticipating the moment when my parents would just leave, already. So we didn't linger, although my daughter said it didn't matter to her. I was filled with this empathetic excitement for her, because she's never met a stranger and has already connected with quite a few other students. She'll do well.
And true to history, it rained most of the day. Every time we've done a major rent-the-truck-and-get-everyone-big-who-can-haul-a-lot-of-boxes move, it's rained. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isiscolo can tell you with scientific authority (not to mention personal experience), it just doesn't rain all day here. It's always a cosmic sign when it does.
We awoke to Chad. Now, Chad is my daughter's friend's boyfriend. WTF Chad thinks he's doing at 7:30 AM at our house saying goodbye to my daughter is beyond me. Chad only met this group of kids a short 8 months ago. Also, Chad is teh gay, but he doesn't know it yet. But I do. Because I know, apparently more clearly than he does, that standing in a large crowd in an intimate embrace with another known gay young man is a flag of sorts. A trigger for the old gaydar.
Working in Kenneth Cole and obsessing over purses is another.
I gave Chad a cup of coffee. He put 3 spoons of sugar in it. I put on a CD I burned of modern Brazilian bossa nova. He copied the files onto a CD. All before 8 AM.
So gay. Cute, though.
Oh, I don't know why I'm rambling here. I think I'll go refill the old wine glass. A toast to youth, to new opportunities and old memories.
And just to top it off, we joined AARP this month.
We took my daughter off to college today. I don't know exactly what I was expecting to feel like, but so far, whatever that was hasn't arrived. But it did bring back a million recollections from both my husband and me of our college days (we met in college a zillion years ago).
And we listened to both the Allman Brothers and Pink Floyd on the drive there and back, and if that doesn't just reek of old memories, I can't tell you what else might. Being the music obsessed whore that I am.
I really remember anticipating the moment when my parents would just leave, already. So we didn't linger, although my daughter said it didn't matter to her. I was filled with this empathetic excitement for her, because she's never met a stranger and has already connected with quite a few other students. She'll do well.
And true to history, it rained most of the day. Every time we've done a major rent-the-truck-and-get-everyone-big-who-can-haul-a-lot-of-boxes move, it's rained. And
isiscolo can tell you with scientific authority (not to mention personal experience), it just doesn't rain all day here. It's always a cosmic sign when it does. We awoke to Chad. Now, Chad is my daughter's friend's boyfriend. WTF Chad thinks he's doing at 7:30 AM at our house saying goodbye to my daughter is beyond me. Chad only met this group of kids a short 8 months ago. Also, Chad is teh gay, but he doesn't know it yet. But I do. Because I know, apparently more clearly than he does, that standing in a large crowd in an intimate embrace with another known gay young man is a flag of sorts. A trigger for the old gaydar.
Working in Kenneth Cole and obsessing over purses is another.
I gave Chad a cup of coffee. He put 3 spoons of sugar in it. I put on a CD I burned of modern Brazilian bossa nova. He copied the files onto a CD. All before 8 AM.
So gay. Cute, though.
Oh, I don't know why I'm rambling here. I think I'll go refill the old wine glass. A toast to youth, to new opportunities and old memories.
And just to top it off, we joined AARP this month.
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Date: 2004-08-19 07:48 pm (UTC)Er, how much do they charge for their group health insurance, d'you know?
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Date: 2004-08-20 07:00 pm (UTC)You evil beitch!!!My dearest friend Isis,Fuck you!Thank you so much for yourschadenfreudekind remark andevilhappy laughter concerning my newly acquired status asan old farta member of AARP.Your jealousy is so transparent.Your husband undoubtedly has received an invitation to this organization himself, being that he has achieved his milestone birthday, too.
and he probably panicked and tossed it out in a fit of denial.AARP is quiteobsesseddiligent abouthunting downattracting new members. You may not know, but as hisshameless whorewife, you are eligible to join as well (it's free for you if he joins,you cheap thing). I just got our info in the mail today and haven'tsunk that lowchecked out the rates for insurance yet, being that I already have life insurance as aburden on the tax-paying publicFederal employee.That is how I joined, being that I am not eligible on my own for another few
eonsdecadesyearsmonths.If you laugh at me again, I'll rip your liver out and feed it to your cat.As always, your empathetic and sensitive comment is most appreciated.once I dug out my reading glasses so I could make out the print.