Gone Stitchin'

Tuesday, August 10, 1999

Yeah, I'm still around. I've just been cross stitching like mad. So much, in fact, I've even considered starting a Stitching journal, over in that area of my site, since I'm sure it's pretty boring to anyone who's not into the hobby.

Jev and I managed to find tickets under $1000 to fly from here to California for my reunion. A lot more than I wanted to pay, but it saves us driving 3 to 5 hours to another airport; that's going to really be important I think, after coming home on the red eye out of LAX.

We have friends there who say their house is always open to us, and that they can probably even provide us with a car to drive around while we're out there, so that should save us quite a bit, and make up for the price of the airline tickets. Jev says he'd like to see Disneyland, and I'd really like to go there with him, just for the sake of having the memory of being there with him, after all the times I went alone or with a friend, and watched all the couples holding hands. Jealous? No, just at the time, I really felt left out that I didn't have someone to hold hands with, and all.

I'd like to see my sisters and my dad too, but I've got to get up the nerve to get in touch with them, so they know I'm coming. I could just show up on my dad's doorstep, as he only lives the next town over from where we'll be, but I'm sure his wife wouldn't approve. My sister lives out in Corona, and while I think I could find her place again, I bet if I called her and let her know I'm coming to town, she'd come down and meet us somewhere, and then I could meet my newest nephew, too.

I finally looked up from stitching this morning and realized how cluttered the apartment is looking, and it was more than a bit depressing. I straightened up the living room, and a bit of the dining area, but I still need to tackle the kitchen. It probably wouldn't get so bad if I kept on top of it better, but some days I just don't feel like cleaning, or looking at another dirty dish. Thank goodness for the dishwasher, at least, or I'd never get the kitchen clean on a regular basis.

I feel like I'm just whining and complaining now, so I'm going to end this and go tackle the mess. Take care...