tree-tirteen

I haven’t written in awhile. I have been busy preparing for the move, working, packing, working packing and a little more packing. Weekend before last I managed, with the help of my parents, to move a great deal of the boxes to there resting place for the next year or so. I like doing the move in small steps instead of one hellish day...seems to be easier, if you can make moving easier? I really dislike moving, it’s about as much fun as watching paint dry. After Thanksgiving I will officially be out of my house and shacking up with the parents until I leave. I am excited to stay with mom and dad, spend some quality time with them. I wonder if living with john & virg will make my leaving harder, or easier for us, only time will tell? I get the impression that my dad is excited I will be living there before I leave. Whenever I am at the mom and dad’s we tend to play cards fairly regularly, we have one game that three of us always play, ‘tree tirteen’. Dad really, really likes to win and when he does he likes to let us know. Mom and I, on the other hand, tend to be not so ‘vocal’ in our far and few between victories. I was at the house last week and I seemed to have the flu combined with a terrible migraine headache, it was a bad night, I was pretty miserable. Esther, my roommate and friend, has told me on several occasions that laying in dark closet and breathing in a paper bag has been known to lesson the pain of migraines and/or completely get rid of them. Mom got me a paper bag, a bucket and a blanket and I proceeded to get as comfortable as possible on the floor of a closet, breathing through a brown bag. As I am laying there in pain, almost crying and feeling close to death, my dad sticks his head through the door and says ‘hey hurry up and get better so I can kick your ass in cards’. I truly have the most caring, emotional and tender hearted father, I know you are jealous.

As if I didn’t get enough of my dad’s company I, went to the beach this weekend with my parents. I wanted to get one more visit to the coast before I left. The weather was amazing, I can’t remember a time when I was at the beach and had such perfect weather. The events for the weekend included walking on the beach, shopping, watching movies, reading, and in my father’s words getting ‘my ass handed to me’ in cards. I did win one game, one game out of maybe 15? I used to be the person who always won, and I won with little to know effort. It now seems that when I play ‘tree tirteen’ I have to try my hardest and yet I still get nowhere!

I leave in 55 days...less than two months. It seems a little surreal, at times I don’t think I am really going and can’t even picture myself there. On other occasions I can sit a day dream for hours as to where I might live, what my classes will be like, and where I might work. This entry seems a little pointless and a lot boring, but I was feeling a little neglectful. I will say goodbye for now, and leave you with some pictures from my weekend at the coast.