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10 43 pm pdt [ we are family ] My brother arrived last last night. I tried to get him to go swimming with me. I pranced outside to check the temperature and found that the pool was over 90 degrees at 11 at night. He moaned of time zone changes and refused. I changed into my bathing suit and splashed about on my own. The steam rising off the water was so inviting. I will have to do this more often. My sister arrives tomorrow, so I arranged a family dinner for this evening. i can't remember the last time I was out with just my mom, dad, and brother. We went to one of my brother's favorite restaurants and the entire evening was a riot. The members of my family relate to one another via teasing. Any gathering involves put downs and reminders of past mistakes. I wish it weren't so, but it is an ingrained part of my lifestyle. Teasing is one of the ways I show affection. My brother recounted tales of his summer in Louisville; he visisted my father's college roommate while there. My mom told stories of her students, and their glowing evaluations of her teaching performance. I requested stories of when my parents were first dating. "Did you tell them about the time you poured salt on my leg?" my dad asked. I laugh at the way my mom tells stories more than the stories themselves. I'm not sure why I like hearing about my parents' relationship pre-me, but I do. I think I try to weave together an image of them together. What I remember is so little and so piecemeal...
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August 1998 |