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Dec. 13th, 2005 01:47 amI would very much like to be in bed right now, but I'm waiting for "Grace Under Pressure" to finish downloading, so I'm stuck here. At least I'll have something to look forward to when I get up. :)
Went to Wenatchee with Mom and Dad for some of Dad's follow up appointments. He was declared by two of his doctors to be cancer free, 100%. So that's something. Spent a fair amount of time in waiting rooms reading The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog. While Dad was getting his x-rays, though, Mom stayed with me and I found out a little bit more about how Tom's doing in school.
Apparently Mom got to see his rough draft for this paper he's supposed to write on Edith Wharton's Ethan Frome (good book, btw) and at the top, in red pen, was written, "Lacks insight and effort." Do you know what I would do if someone wrote that on anything of mine? Emotionally break down and obsess over it, that's what. But Tom's pretty independent and it was established early on that I'm needy. We knew this about me in kindergarten when I would constantly go up to the teacher to make sure what I was doing was right/good/okay/etc. I don't like to do things wrong and I don't like to be seen as stupid or incompetent. It ruins my day.
(This is probably the reason why all/most of my writing will only ever be shared with a handful of people (who know who they are).)
So I don't like people to find me stupid and lazy and Tom obviously doesn't care what people think. Unless my parents actually come out and say, "You are disappointing us." Then he generally gets his act in gear. I can understand the lazy thing. What I don't understand is this ability to brush it all off.
I do appreciate that Mom and Dad have never compared the two of us academically in anyway. They have never once said, "Why can't you be more like your sister?" That would make me uncomfortable and I'm very grateful that they've never gone there. I'm sure Tom is, too.
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Sunday night I watched All of Me with Steve Martin and Lilly Tomlin. Hadn't seen it in the *looooongest* time. I remember that when I was younger we had it on VHS (taped off of the TV) and I watched it over and over. For some reason I really liked it then. I guess it's the whole someone-gets-trapped-in/must-share-someone-else's-body that appeals to me. It's just funny and I love Steve Martin and Lilly Tomlin. And, boy, a person's understanding of something can really change in twelve-or-so years.
And now there's only 2% left to go on my download. Sitting up here in the kitchen on my own at night has made me sort of nervous since the random woman in the yard incidence. So strange.
Went to Wenatchee with Mom and Dad for some of Dad's follow up appointments. He was declared by two of his doctors to be cancer free, 100%. So that's something. Spent a fair amount of time in waiting rooms reading The Snake, the Crocodile, and the Dog. While Dad was getting his x-rays, though, Mom stayed with me and I found out a little bit more about how Tom's doing in school.
Apparently Mom got to see his rough draft for this paper he's supposed to write on Edith Wharton's Ethan Frome (good book, btw) and at the top, in red pen, was written, "Lacks insight and effort." Do you know what I would do if someone wrote that on anything of mine? Emotionally break down and obsess over it, that's what. But Tom's pretty independent and it was established early on that I'm needy. We knew this about me in kindergarten when I would constantly go up to the teacher to make sure what I was doing was right/good/okay/etc. I don't like to do things wrong and I don't like to be seen as stupid or incompetent. It ruins my day.
(This is probably the reason why all/most of my writing will only ever be shared with a handful of people (who know who they are).)
So I don't like people to find me stupid and lazy and Tom obviously doesn't care what people think. Unless my parents actually come out and say, "You are disappointing us." Then he generally gets his act in gear. I can understand the lazy thing. What I don't understand is this ability to brush it all off.
I do appreciate that Mom and Dad have never compared the two of us academically in anyway. They have never once said, "Why can't you be more like your sister?" That would make me uncomfortable and I'm very grateful that they've never gone there. I'm sure Tom is, too.
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Sunday night I watched All of Me with Steve Martin and Lilly Tomlin. Hadn't seen it in the *looooongest* time. I remember that when I was younger we had it on VHS (taped off of the TV) and I watched it over and over. For some reason I really liked it then. I guess it's the whole someone-gets-trapped-in/must-share-someone-else's-body that appeals to me. It's just funny and I love Steve Martin and Lilly Tomlin. And, boy, a person's understanding of something can really change in twelve-or-so years.
And now there's only 2% left to go on my download. Sitting up here in the kitchen on my own at night has made me sort of nervous since the random woman in the yard incidence. So strange.
