Ramblings

Fourth Down

Two Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed

I had an extended holiday at home this weekend, with my entire family (which seems bigger and crazier every time). It doesn’t happen very often — maybe three or four times a year — so I was sure to try to spend some quality time with my siblings and the little ones (some please invent a collective noun for ‘nephews and neices’). Anyway, I won’t get into the nitty gritty, but here are some highlights from the weekend:

Friends Reunion My mom has a few dear friends that she has done some wild things with — Terry, Terry and Loetta — and several months ago they decided to organize a big get-together with all their good friends from the past 25 years or so. That was scheduled for Saturday, the only completely dry day of the weekend, and went off very smoothly. At one point in the party, it’s estimated that there were some 100 people in our backyard. They had arranged for catered meat and a bunch of other food, had a skeet shoot in the backyard, lots of conversation, and at the end of the night, a hayrack ride into town for the local fireworks display.

There were lots of people I knew from my early childhood — not so much out of straighforward familiarity, but rather by the powerful force of repitition. These fams used to get together quite a bit for all sorts of holidays and events and people like the Stanleys and Dicks and Leonards just became really familiar faces to me even though I was just a little kid at the time. So the party wasn’t completely without nostalgia for me.

Humboldt Fireworks I didn’t ride on the hayrack, but I sat with all of the party people on the north side of the golf course at the Broyles’. It’s the first year we’ve actually sat there, and for me, surely the last. Like Tony said after it was all over, “there are some things that you wanna be close for.” And fireworks aren’t one of them. We were all a bit shell shocked from having the huge fireworks burst so close and pummel us with the loud, forceful BOOM afterwards. Some of the fireworks were so intense and schizophrenic, it was actually frightening (and thus impossible) to watch them.

To top it off, half of the fireworks display was set off just in front of us, 100 yards to the south. With the northern breeze, we were showered in tiny grains of burnt black powder and other miscellaneous firework debris. Not fun at all, but oddly humorous in one of those “oh god, this is getting ridiculous” kinda ways.

Golf with the Brothers On Sunday, Tony, James, and I went to Iola’s Cedarbrook golf course for a round of 18. None of us did all that good (I did terrible for having had golf lessons for the past month, and especially after my good outing last week at Stagg Hill here in Manhattan). We got in 14 individual holes before we decided to start playing a scramble so we could try to beat the sun. We finished up at dusk, just after 9 o’clock, with a beautiful par on 18. I hit a great drive around the right dogleg, and James finished it off by sinking a 6-foot putt.

Despite my lousy performance, it was a wonderful time and I hope we can play again sometime soon. Maybe after another month of practice, though.

Roofing James’ House This was the major project of the weekend, but when it rained early Monday morning — like most of the other nights — we weren’t able to get it done. So, maybe the aforementioned mystery weekened when we play golf again, we can get the roof on.

Classes My speech class finished up last week and I’m sure I got an A in it. It was a lot more interesting and beneficial than I had ever imagined (not that it would have taken much, but still), but I’m glad that we’re moving right along.

So that brings me to today, when I started two new classes: First, Psychology of Sexual Behavior finishes up my restricted electives. Bryan’s taken this class as a psych major and swore it was interesting and fairly easy, and so far it seems like he’s right. I think this class will go smoothly simply for that reason: it’s entertaining. I’m not sure the material will become more than that for me, though. It seems like the kind of stuff that’s interesting for trivial reasons, rather than useful or applicable to a career (at least mine).

The second class is Introduction to Operations Management, the last of my business courses. Prof. Radina taught today, because Dr. Sheu is in some far off country until next week. It’s probably a good thing, actually, because I really like Prof. Radina and he made me (already, I know) want to look into Ops as a second degree alternative to Finance. It’s worth looking into anyway, and we’ll see how the rest of the semester goes. It’ll be a tough class, with essay tests and group papers and lots and lots of reading, but nothing I can’t handle.

Speaking of reading, I bought the four books for these two classes tonight, for a total of just over 200 bucks! Ugh. Since these classes are over in just 24 days (just 18 class days), that makes these books the most expensive ones I’ve ever bought on a cost-per-day basis. Ouch. Maybe I’ll actually read these.

In America I watched the movie In America tonight and it’s earned the second must-see five-star rating on my Movie Pass rating system thingy. It’s so good! It’s about an immigrant Irish family who’s just lost a son (fell down the stairs and got a malignant brain tumor) and moved into junkie-infested NYC apartment. It’s a fun, sad, and well-acted story. Yeah.

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  1. laura golay

    08 July 2004

    You’re the strangest person I ever met, she said & I said you too & we decided we’d know each other a long time.

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