April 27
More teen angst and middle-aged regrets
1965
More of the same. This is getting boring! Is there no escape (No!) Only 2 more days this week. Aaaaaah! Then I can relax.
To clear up V once and for all: I love what I thought he was and I hate what he is.
Clear?
Clear!
Alright?
Alright!
Comment 2006
Ignoring the obscure Señor Wences reference, here's what was really at work, in retrospect:
I still carried a big flaming torch for V, and if he had suddenly shown an interest in me, all my grumbling and sniping would cease. What I really and truly hated was the realization that the more you share your secret crush, the more embarrassing it can be come. My parents knew, my brother knew, my friends knew (including one of the notorious phonaholics in school) and it is safe to say V knew. Going to school under those circumstances (especially a small school, only about 650 students) meant being the object of curious scrutiny every time he and I passed each other in the hall or found ourselves in the library at the same time.
Small wonder that I later developed such an affinity for the works of Jane Austen, especially "Sense and Sensibility", with its dual themes of the dangers of premature public affection AND the pain of private emotion. Part of growing up is learning to savor secret crushes like chocolate-covered cherries, melting slowly behind closed lips. Not chewed with an open mouth.
(Apologies to Forrest Gump.)
Comment 2023
2006 Jo hit the nail on the head.
1978
A good day yesterday - - very productive and organized. I did sleep a lot, but I still got a lot done, so “earned” it. Feeling a little over organized, in fact; I am reduced to planning each day on an index card, which I then carry around with me. If it works, it works, right?
1982
This weekend we bought a car. A new car — a 1982 Toyota Corolla station wagon. It will cost us $9000 over the next 3 years, but believe it or not, that’s a good price! The baby’s room is painted (still needs a touch-up) and Jim is working on the bookcases. Then the rug goes back down and the changing table and bassinet go in. I need to call about pediatricians and diaper service. I also need to go to the Library of Congress to Xerox material for my research. There is still a lot to do! I should pack my hospital bag this weekend, to be ready.
I am beginning to get pensive about labor and delivery. (Not apprehensive, just pensive.) The pregnancy has been progressing so smoothly that I wonder if labor will be, also, or if my luck is about to run out? We’ve been doing our exercises semi-regularly. Jim will really be necessary when it isn’t just a rehearsal; I’ll probably find it hard to concentrate. Class time tonight!
Now it’s time to go to work, though I should probably get dressed first.
1986
Just had a very fine trip to Minneapolis. It would be great to go there again. The clothes problem gets worse and worse. I am already bigger than I was with Kiddo 1, and the weather is getting summery. My summer wardrobe was nearly nonexistent to begin with, and now half of it doesn’t fit. I need time to sew. Or shop. Or something.
1998
It was a pleasant weekend - - I mowed the lawn, did a lite grocery shopping, and bought over $100 worth of bras at JC Penny. Not a lifetime supply, but enough for the next few years. I sewed and listened to a book. Kid 2 and I had breakfast together on Sunday and went to the Calder show (wonderful!). I missed Jim and Kid 1 - - getting to sleep Saturday night was hard, despite my being VERY tired.
We had another painful confrontation Friday night, over homework. I wrote a bitter list of bad mother traits and habits that I do not possess, berating them (in a rather whiney tone) for being so awful to such a good mother. Do I expect perfection from them? From myself?
Only 3 more weeks to my school year.
Comment 2023
How in the world did I ever expect my kids to be as organized as I am? It took me decades to learn to manage my time, as this project clearly shows.
Kids, I am so very sorry for being such a bitch all those times.
2020 (Bullet Journal)
Knit
Read
Fitness
Dilwale and Heer
Kid 1 birthday
Women’s Retreat
Star Island was cancelled. My summer is destroyed. Well, that’s overly dramatic. But it’s still a bummer.
Comment 2023
Another dull day in Covidlandia, except for the sad news from Star Island. But I did get to watch two Indian movies.
2023
Today: Early music rehearsal, dinner and an Indian movie with a friends. (Karan/Arjun, if you care.) I am going to attempt more revision of the dreaded chapter 2 in the book which will not be named.
And this summer I am going to *Star Island*!!!
(Star Island 2018 Video)
2024
And this summer I am going for TWO WEEKS!!!