I just got back from Georgia last night. It was interesting. Not fun, just interesting. I guess I prefer the latter though.
To sum it up, my dad won two weeks at a parent’s summer house on a lake in the Blue Ridge of northern Georgia from an auction at my little sister’s school. I opted to go only for the second week, citing work, and a general apathy towards travel as my consciousness drifts back home from the big trip. Margie, my stepmother Jan’s mother, had planned to come, but a wave of major (but they say not life-threatening) unexplained blood pressure fluctuations kept her home.
The food was breaded and deep fried tan paste, without exception. Trucks were abandoned in every driveway two-by-two. A heat wave neatly bracketed our time there. The local newspaper read as if written by ten-year-olds. My younger sister Lee’s anxiety skyrocketed with the strange surroundings, leaving everyone snippy.
The only thing pleasant about the whole thing was the warm and very floatable-in lake.
In other news, O-Week (Orientation at UChicago) is finally feeling within reach. I am packing warm and soft and steepable and go-like things into boxes and lining up luggage to take with me. I am quietly reading the forums and catalogs more than ever.
My mother says that she will come with me for my first few days in the city of Chicago (from 9/12) and the opening of school (9/15), and has tickets, but with her health, dogs, housing, companions and finances all uncertain at best, she and my social-worker-deluxe grandmother are struggling to put things together faster than they fall apart. She may not come.
To sum it up, my dad won two weeks at a parent’s summer house on a lake in the Blue Ridge of northern Georgia from an auction at my little sister’s school. I opted to go only for the second week, citing work, and a general apathy towards travel as my consciousness drifts back home from the big trip. Margie, my stepmother Jan’s mother, had planned to come, but a wave of major (but they say not life-threatening) unexplained blood pressure fluctuations kept her home.
The food was breaded and deep fried tan paste, without exception. Trucks were abandoned in every driveway two-by-two. A heat wave neatly bracketed our time there. The local newspaper read as if written by ten-year-olds. My younger sister Lee’s anxiety skyrocketed with the strange surroundings, leaving everyone snippy.
The only thing pleasant about the whole thing was the warm and very floatable-in lake.
In other news, O-Week (Orientation at UChicago) is finally feeling within reach. I am packing warm and soft and steepable and go-like things into boxes and lining up luggage to take with me. I am quietly reading the forums and catalogs more than ever.
My mother says that she will come with me for my first few days in the city of Chicago (from 9/12) and the opening of school (9/15), and has tickets, but with her health, dogs, housing, companions and finances all uncertain at best, she and my social-worker-deluxe grandmother are struggling to put things together faster than they fall apart. She may not come.
