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Proto-Thanksgiving Blogitudinal
Nov. 21st, 2007 02:18 amAstralFire IX (2:14:14 AM): Apparently everyone knows we were getting married and it was a matter of when the subject would come up
...It figures. Both our moms knew/had figured it out, even if neither one of us had ever breathed a word. I guess actions speak louder than words.
AstralFire IX (2:16:16 AM): I was expecting more... shock
AstralFire IX (2:16:25 AM): I'm hoping dad will deliver on that point.
AzukiWeasel (2:16:47 AM): *chuckles* We want someone to be surprised, eh?
Maybe the other half of our parental units, then?
...but this adds an extra layer of tension and worry to my planned Friday visit. If things are more official now, I should take greater care in how I conduct myself at the Rollins house. Chris has never had a problem, Mom and Dad love him. But I worry about the challenge of courting Chang Rollins, as it were.
~
Monday night my friend Jess made a big (awesome! completely awesome and delicious!) early thanksgiving dinner, and invited all her friends over. (A pretty large group, spanning the core chunk of the admittedly-small Pagan Student Union, friends and acquaintances that I didn't know so well like the two or three Ethiopian girls, and Hamza, the pro-jewish muslim guy that I'm starting to suspect knows everyone on campus. At least, all the jews. He is an honorary jew, I have so been informed, and a pretty cool dude at that. Anyhow.)
While dinner was still cooking, and Jess was out at class, Olivia, Jon, and I were just hanging out in the living room of the apartment, talking about what-have-you. Jon's recently collected a few small lithium quartz pebbles off campus and was working with them to practice lithomancy. Y'know, throw the pebbles, interpret the pattern. Very old-school, rather uncommon these days. But he felt he had a talent for it. He'd recently added a few more pebbles to the set, and was working to get them to integrate or cooperate energetically or what-have-you with the other ones--two tended to always land next to each other, for example. So we all asked a question or two, or threw the rocks just for the feel of it.
I asked for advice on how to get to know Mrs. Rollins, seeing as I couldn't come up with any other more pressing questions to ask the cosmos, and well, it's something I think about from time to time. Rocks fall. It's...an anchor. Sure, this is pebbles on a tabletop, but my brain said 'anchor.' There's a little hemming and hawing as we keep looking at it, snap a picture on the cellphone for later. Somewhere in my head is the idea that an anchor is a Christian symbol, though I can't remember signifying what or where I got that from. A little while later, a little general discussion and musing, it clicks. Patience. Endurance. Give it time. Possibly also with connotations of 'find something to hook/hold onto.' A shared interest?
Anyways...the long and the short of *that* was, I probably shouldn't worry so much short-term.
That was also an excruciatingly fun evening, the food was delicious (especially the yam casserole!), and the post-dinner conversation largely consisted of a collection of female friends working or interpreting lousy or skillful innuendo into everything said, and occasionally randomly hugging Olivia, who's instinctive reaction is Wing Chun defensive postures. Girl needs to learn how to take physical affection. We're desensitizing her. ;P
...It figures. Both our moms knew/had figured it out, even if neither one of us had ever breathed a word. I guess actions speak louder than words.
AstralFire IX (2:16:16 AM): I was expecting more... shock
AstralFire IX (2:16:25 AM): I'm hoping dad will deliver on that point.
AzukiWeasel (2:16:47 AM): *chuckles* We want someone to be surprised, eh?
Maybe the other half of our parental units, then?
...but this adds an extra layer of tension and worry to my planned Friday visit. If things are more official now, I should take greater care in how I conduct myself at the Rollins house. Chris has never had a problem, Mom and Dad love him. But I worry about the challenge of courting Chang Rollins, as it were.
~
Monday night my friend Jess made a big (awesome! completely awesome and delicious!) early thanksgiving dinner, and invited all her friends over. (A pretty large group, spanning the core chunk of the admittedly-small Pagan Student Union, friends and acquaintances that I didn't know so well like the two or three Ethiopian girls, and Hamza, the pro-jewish muslim guy that I'm starting to suspect knows everyone on campus. At least, all the jews. He is an honorary jew, I have so been informed, and a pretty cool dude at that. Anyhow.)
While dinner was still cooking, and Jess was out at class, Olivia, Jon, and I were just hanging out in the living room of the apartment, talking about what-have-you. Jon's recently collected a few small lithium quartz pebbles off campus and was working with them to practice lithomancy. Y'know, throw the pebbles, interpret the pattern. Very old-school, rather uncommon these days. But he felt he had a talent for it. He'd recently added a few more pebbles to the set, and was working to get them to integrate or cooperate energetically or what-have-you with the other ones--two tended to always land next to each other, for example. So we all asked a question or two, or threw the rocks just for the feel of it.
I asked for advice on how to get to know Mrs. Rollins, seeing as I couldn't come up with any other more pressing questions to ask the cosmos, and well, it's something I think about from time to time. Rocks fall. It's...an anchor. Sure, this is pebbles on a tabletop, but my brain said 'anchor.' There's a little hemming and hawing as we keep looking at it, snap a picture on the cellphone for later. Somewhere in my head is the idea that an anchor is a Christian symbol, though I can't remember signifying what or where I got that from. A little while later, a little general discussion and musing, it clicks. Patience. Endurance. Give it time. Possibly also with connotations of 'find something to hook/hold onto.' A shared interest?
Anyways...the long and the short of *that* was, I probably shouldn't worry so much short-term.
That was also an excruciatingly fun evening, the food was delicious (especially the yam casserole!), and the post-dinner conversation largely consisted of a collection of female friends working or interpreting lousy or skillful innuendo into everything said, and occasionally randomly hugging Olivia, who's instinctive reaction is Wing Chun defensive postures. Girl needs to learn how to take physical affection. We're desensitizing her. ;P
