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A quiet weekend
Aug. 6th, 2001 01:00 pmWent to visit the in-laws over the weekend. Not really what I wanted to do, but we hadn't seen Mom and Dad Q for a while, and we'd just spent two weeks with my parents. Steve could get a haircut, so that was a bonus. He only lets KATHY cut his hair; no one else will do. -_-
It was an okay time; we had some trouble sleeping in the morning because Mom Q recently acquired two budgies (George and Daisy) who get up at dawn and start arguing with one another. They are cute otherwise; Daisy is crazy about George and chases him all over so she can preen him. It's very funny. We went to an exhibit featuring N. C. Wyeth and Jamie Wyeth at the Brandywine River Museum that was very good. We browsed through the rest of the galleries there and I saw a painting by Jamie Wyeth that I liked a lot. It's a dark autumn scene, very pastoral, of a ripe pumpkin patch and a farm in the distance where they are burning leaves. It seems very prosaic until you look closer... and one of the pumpkins is looking at you with burning orange eyes. I loved it, and while I couldn't get a print, I did get a notecard.
That evening, my husband's brother and his girlfriend blew in like a hurricane and disrupted my peace for the rest of the evening. They command the center of attention simply by being, and for a quiet person like me, they are very overwhelming. It got so loud in the dining room (none of the Q's have quiet voices and when P and G get going, everyone's volume goes up) that I escaped to the living room and stayed there. I know this marks me as antisocial but there is only so much of G I can stand and I dislike a raucous gathering. We never did get to tell Mom and Dad about our trip to Maine, because P and G were so busy talking about theirs.
Sunday was quiet. I did go out to the mall with G and Mom, and we had to drag Mom out of Macy's by her hair, practically. She's a marathon shopper.
I did have a talk with G about the heart problems P and my husband have been experiencing. It's a great concern because tachycardia runs in the family, yet Mom Q hasn't discussed her family history with S and P, and S doesn't want to bother his mother with his health problems. It's enough to make me want to tear my hair out, because it's his heart dammit! It's not something like hay fever or flat feet - it's serious and yet they don't want to talk about it for fear of making a fuss. While we were up in Maine, I was very close to taking S to the hospital for irregular and rapid heartbeat. If this is a family thing, shouldn't they all know about it? I guess I just don't understand.
Home on Sunday, played some FF8, watched TV. Too hot to do much else. Phew.
It was an okay time; we had some trouble sleeping in the morning because Mom Q recently acquired two budgies (George and Daisy) who get up at dawn and start arguing with one another. They are cute otherwise; Daisy is crazy about George and chases him all over so she can preen him. It's very funny. We went to an exhibit featuring N. C. Wyeth and Jamie Wyeth at the Brandywine River Museum that was very good. We browsed through the rest of the galleries there and I saw a painting by Jamie Wyeth that I liked a lot. It's a dark autumn scene, very pastoral, of a ripe pumpkin patch and a farm in the distance where they are burning leaves. It seems very prosaic until you look closer... and one of the pumpkins is looking at you with burning orange eyes. I loved it, and while I couldn't get a print, I did get a notecard.
That evening, my husband's brother and his girlfriend blew in like a hurricane and disrupted my peace for the rest of the evening. They command the center of attention simply by being, and for a quiet person like me, they are very overwhelming. It got so loud in the dining room (none of the Q's have quiet voices and when P and G get going, everyone's volume goes up) that I escaped to the living room and stayed there. I know this marks me as antisocial but there is only so much of G I can stand and I dislike a raucous gathering. We never did get to tell Mom and Dad about our trip to Maine, because P and G were so busy talking about theirs.
Sunday was quiet. I did go out to the mall with G and Mom, and we had to drag Mom out of Macy's by her hair, practically. She's a marathon shopper.
I did have a talk with G about the heart problems P and my husband have been experiencing. It's a great concern because tachycardia runs in the family, yet Mom Q hasn't discussed her family history with S and P, and S doesn't want to bother his mother with his health problems. It's enough to make me want to tear my hair out, because it's his heart dammit! It's not something like hay fever or flat feet - it's serious and yet they don't want to talk about it for fear of making a fuss. While we were up in Maine, I was very close to taking S to the hospital for irregular and rapid heartbeat. If this is a family thing, shouldn't they all know about it? I guess I just don't understand.
Home on Sunday, played some FF8, watched TV. Too hot to do much else. Phew.
