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I wrote in the paper journal while I was gone, and I'm going to transcribe this just as I wrote it, and probably make it a "friends-only" entry so I won't have to worry about if I wrote anything bad about my aunt, or whether people want their names online, or whatever. So all (three) of my LJ friends will get the pleasure of reading the unedited version, I guess. (Not that I probably wrote anything very bad about my aunt anyway. At the moment I'm more pissed off at my mother.)

(This is the first time I've tried to do a cut - I hope it works!)

Thursday 9/9
I am sitting in bed - I traded with my aunt and I have a room to myself, and she's in with my mom. I can hear them talking next door. The idea about trading is that I normally stay up later, and sleep later, than both of them do. (Even though I haven't so far tonight, that IS usually the case.)

This morning I got up about 8:45, I think - very early for me for a non-work day. I had the packing decently in hand, really, considering how I was avoiding it last night, so I did pretty well getting out of the house. I think I left right at 10. I had to stop at Wal-Mart and get something to eat for breakfast tomorrow, adn I got to Mom's right on time at 11. We met my sister at Cafe Express on Kirby for lunch, because she had an errand to run over that way, she said. (It's not anywhere near where she lives.)

(Incidentally, my sister got a job a month or so ago. It's the first full-time job she's had since before my nephew was born 13 years ago. Except she already quit. Had some disagreement with the management and just walked out.)

So after that, and a stop at Kinko's to copy some quilt patterns, we drove straight up here, and got here about 3:30. The other day I said in my journal that the dragonflies were swarming - well, up here it's the love bugs that are swarming. They're EVERYWHERE. (To the point of being gross.) (I've gotten curious, so here's the skinny on the damn things. They're actually a species of fly. Who knew.)

We got all set up and I got 12 leaf blocks made - considering it was after 5 when I started, not bad.

My room is called "Siptak" - who or what Siptak is, I don't know. All the rooms on this floor have names, though. (My mom's room next door is imaginatively called the Balcony Room.) We're on the 2nd floor. Downstairs is the big main room and the dining room. Up on the 3rd floor there are two big rooms that are dormitory-like. The people that stay up there pay the same amount as I do for my (tiny) private room furnished with antiques. That doesn't really seem fair.

This bed is literally the same height as my belly button. I don't know how much higher that is than a normal bed, but it appears to be extremely high. I almost feel like I'm floating in the middle of the room. I just hope I don't fall off.

Friday - after midnight

I didn't fall off the bed; however, I woke up in the middle of the night just FREEZING. Actually, I don't think it WAS the middle of the night. I think it was maybe 1am at the latest, and I'm not sure I had actually been to sleep at all. It's hard to be sure. I kept ALMOST going to sleep and jerking awake again, partly because I was cold. And every time it happened I was colder. Finally I got so cold that I got out of bed and put some more clothes on (I had on a nightgown that wasn't any help at all - one of those little skimpy chemise-type things.) I went in the bathroom and my teeth were chattering. Literally. I put on a t-shirt OVER the nightgown, and something on my feet, and after that was alright. Of course, I also took an Ambien, so that helped too. When we looked at the thermostat in the morning it turned out that it was set on 65, so no wonder.

We got up and had breakfast and took off for Austin. My mother decided we ought to leave at 9, and I don't fight her and her schedules unless I feel really strongly about it, so we were in Austin by 10:30 or so. I forgot to look at Mapquest or anything - I wasn't completely sure I could negotiate getting us there (meaning to the quilt shop, not to Austin) without getting lost, but I did. It's been a long time since I lived in Austin, and there are a lot more freeways than there used to be, but I still went straight to it.

My mom had fussed a little bit about driving ALL the way to Austin, but she stopped once we got there because she really liked the quilt shop a lot. (The Quilt Store, was the name of it - very imaginative name, there.) She ended up spending a ton of money. I only spent a little bit, but since I'm very broke it was probably more than I should have! I bought 2 batiks (1/2 yards), a sale fabric that was sort of reproduction-looking, and a fat quarter. SHE bought 6 yards of batik, a couple of yards of 108"-wide toile, and... a couple more things that I forget. She spent about $100 more than I did. (OK, I spent a whopping $15, if you really want to know.) All of that batik - hers, not mine, that is - is for a fabric exchange that we're both doing, but she bought all the fabric she will need for every month through December. I'm waiting until later to buy October's fabric, even. She is also doing 2 sets of fabric (5" blocks, but you need 44 of them, which means you do need close to a yard) to my 1 set, though, so she had more to worry about. (I might look for a good batik on eBay next week, come to think of it.)

Anyway, we just ate lunch at a mexican restaurant right by the shop and came on back to Round Top. We got back about 2:30. I got 18 blocks made after we got back, so that's pretty good.

At the retreat itself, we are sitting near Holly and Pam, who both work at the institution where I work, although not in the same department. Holly and I have been quilting-friends to some degree practically since I've been quilting - she has even made several efforts to get me more involved in quilting activities in Galveston, which have mostly run up against my general disinclination to join things and died a slow death - and I have known Pam slightly for a long time, too, but I didn't know she was a quilter until I saw her name on the retreat list. We are also sitting near a girl named Remy, and one named Debbie - both of them I knew a little bit already - and a couple I didn't know named Helen and Patricia. Patricia spent a good bit of time this afternoon teaching Remy to knit. (Darn knitters are everywhere.) Patricia claims to be a beginning quilter but she also produced a couple of quilt tops that are damn gorgeous, so if she's really a beginner, she's one of those incredibly overachieving beginners.

Date: 2004-09-13 08:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I feel so special now. When will you be getting to the bad part? And also, do you think if I write about my father-in-law's poor tipping behavior in my LJ that I can really keep it a secret from him?

Date: 2004-09-13 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, hell, I don't know that there's even anything interesting in there, much less controversial. I was just brain-dead and I figured if I made it friends-only I wouldn't slip up and post something I was going to be sorry about later. I've gotten ridiculously paranoid about this stuff.

And assuming the friends-only thing works like it's supposed to, it ought to be safe from your father-in-law unless he has an LJ account and friends you! Which would be highly unusual for most fathers-in-law but I don't know about yours, of course.

(How WAS Alaska, anyway? - other than the non-tipping part?)

Date: 2004-09-14 07:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I hear you on the paranoia.

I would say it's a very safe bet that my FIL doesn't even know what LJ is, much less have an account here. Of course, I can just dish the dirt over at TUS because even though I link there from my journal from time to time I doubt he'd be able to find my posts even if he found the board.

As far as Alaska goes, I wrote a whole opus about it that I posted last night. It's a beautiful place.

Date: 2004-09-15 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I could not resist to look Siptak up after you mentioned it. My guess was a mountain pass. Well, turns out I am sloppy in my memory as in everything else: the town (and according to the pictures a beautiful one) in Armenia is called Spitak (,_armenia.htm), while search on Siptak gave me homepage of Gail Siptak (, a really cool artist living in Austin, Texas.

PS on friends only

Date: 2004-09-15 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I hope you already understood that 11 people can read your entry, not 3 - when you include someone into your friend list you give them, to use the flowery language, "the keys to your heart" while their secrets will remain closed to you ...

Re: PS on friends only

Date: 2004-09-16 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good point - I was thinking about the wrong end of the friends list, wasn't I? It doesn't matter to me, but I ought to remember that the next time, just in case I write something nasty about Columbine or something! :-D


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