mumsy

so. Finally got ahold of mum. *sigh* 20 minutes of why my sister’s husband is a prick, 15 minutes of Court Talk (but, they settled out of court, and it worked in her favour). And, of course the obligatory “How much longer do you have now?” A year. I should graduate next year this time. “That’s wonderful! Then you can finally have a REAL job, and a REAL life….”

I don’t think I’ll ever understand. And I don’t think she’ll ever understand.

Thankfully, as I was humming inside my head while muttering “mmhmm.” “oh?” and “really” when mum paused to take a breath, Em msg’d me and invited me to lunch with her and Marc, to say goodbye.

*heartache*

Lunch was lovely, got to ride in her topless convertible again. Goodbyes suck. And yesyesyes. She’ll be back. He’s not even gone yet (yes, I know. *gaspshock* I am even going to miss HIM. And he’s a BOY. But he’s a nice boy, and has been a consistent part of my life in this po’dunk town for forever.)

But. I didn’t cry when we hugged goodbye. Even if I kinda wanted to.

And. She just sent me the # for snake-girl. Ack. Do I call or don’t I? I should just call. She’s probably already found a home for it. But I shouldn’t call, cuz I’m leaving for a whole week and I don’t want to let it be in the house for a whole week without me. And I don’t have a cage top yet.

I should just get a cage top and then get a million hermit crabs. Argh. WHY this need to have -more- animals than I already have…it’s insane.

I hear the mourning dove outside. I’ve missed them. Still makes me shake my head to think that for my entire childhood, I grew up hearing one of those in a tree by my house and always spent hours searching for the owl that I thought was making the noise. Would I have been disappointed if I found out earlier that it was ‘just’ a dove? meh. Prolly not. I loved the homing pigeons that one of the neighbors had, that everyone else in the neighborhood hated. And I love mourning doves very much, with their cream/ash coloured feathers and black beady eyes and tiny thin beaks. I think they look so surreal, so fragile. Ephemeral.

And they remind me of the desert.

I should clean.

But I vacuumed the stairs/catpan area earlier and. I should also do laundry, as it desperately needs done, if I want to take clean clothes with me to H’s. And I should go to wallyworld because I need a new pair of khaki/dress pants. But I’m hesitant to buy them.

So. I shall go read instead.