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Wednesday, November 29, 2006
my mothers into this whole super-pissed-off, feel-like-shouting-at-the-least-thing-that-makes-her-mad mood right now.. well, not right now right now.. (shes watching tv now), but right now.. i used to feel really bad when somebody else gets screamed at and not me but i guess thats over. right now i dont really care.. you dont bother me, i dont bother you.. if you go kinda overboard in bothering someone else, ill put in my two cents worth, but thats that. i am so not going into emotional turmoil because of it.. anyways. i really dont get why we should expect so much from our maids.. or whatever politically correct term you want to call them cos i cant think of a better name right now.. i dont see why anyone should be expected to be on call 24/7, and get used to the running of a completely alien household in a week or so, remembering all the thousand little details that dont have to be done just right, but not.. wrong.. and for a couple of hundred dollars, no matter how lowly educated you are, wherever you come from.. ah, anyways, shell probably say.. who am i to say, im not the one paying the salary..
You know how some people, I'm not sure which people, say that something that happens on one part of the planet can make something else happen on another part of the planet? Usually, I think, they mean some kind of geological event, but I'm sure that my mother's silent raging against the simplisticness of this town and her church could produce avalanches, typhoons and earthquakes all over the world. But there is a kindness here, a complicated kindness. You can see it sometimes in the eyes of people when they look at you and don't know what to say. Wehn they ask me how my dad is, for instance, and mean how am I managing without my mother. Even Mr. Quiring, the teacher I am disappointing on a regular basis, periodically gives me a break. Say he knows things must be a little difficult at home. Offers to give me extensions, says he's praying for us. I don't mind. A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews
maybe theres a little hope in this crazy world of ours afterall..
10:54 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
