12 12 pm gmt [ good-bye, Oxford ]
Today my brother moves out of his home for the past six
months and into a new one for the summer. He will be an assistant at a
hostel in London while working at the American Embassy. He is currently
preparing to watch some sports game (the world cup?). My mom wants to buy
a big copper pot, so we will be returning to the antique store and having
lunch while my brother is occupied.
My mother and I both woke up sometime around four am.
We had no clock in our room. I got up and wandered around Worcester's
lake then crawled back in bed. At around six-thirty I fell back asleep
but then my mother woke me in her maddening passive-agressive way where
she bangs things arounbd loudly until you're up. I asked her to let me
sleep and she yelled at me for "giving her attitude." I know it's going
to be a long day.
She has declared this our last trip together and I
cannot say I'm upset at the prospect. She's very generous, but her stolid
insistence that everything be her way and perate according to her schedule
makes me batty. I can't tell her off like I would any non-family member
who treated me and my time so disrespectfully. I think this rant is over.
The general plan is for us to take a bus to London
after the game (around three). There we will drop my brother's stuff at
his new residence and then head to our hotel in South Kensington. Beyond
that, who knows...