My mother's nativity scene.
I am finally home. It was nice to be fed a lot, lay around a a lot more and place importance on speaking to one another. As limited as communication has become with my mother as of late, I am beginning to understand her more and more. That half makes me scared I am headed towards kooky-land and half makes me wonder if this much love for a parent is possible.
Highlights of the trip included meeting Kelly from Sacramento. We toured around the de Young museum (newly remodeled and opened in October) in golden gate park. We went ice skating at the Moscone Center, and I fell abruptly at the end of the skating session due in part by two reasons. The first reason being that you should never tell anyone that you do not fall, because you will. The second reason is simply that things were going so smooth for me I had to do something to be more awkward. People will never believe my laughs are sincere if I do not manage to make a fool of myself. It may sound like I excuse the fall, but I really just laugh at myself. I fell. Heh.
Kelly and I got along well. I doubt she was serious for more than five minutes of the day, and I think that was only when she asked a little bit about my family. I never seem to hold back on the details when I tell that story and it can be a bit shocking. Her humor is really infectious and I often found myself laughing at her observations and the lame observations I also tried to make. Wandering around the city with her somehow proved to myself that I could very easily live in San Francisco.
Danielle helped me keep most of my sanity in between tense family moments, and her work schedule.
My sister flew up to San Francisco to spend some time with mom the day before I left. It had been at least six months since we both had last seen her, and it seemed something that my sister needed. The two of them have a certain communication that allows them to understand each other’s intentions. I caught my mom treating her like a bit of a child and wondered if that was something that was recurrent throughout our childhoods, or if it is an affect her marriage is having on her interpersonal relationships.
My mother’s husband entered into a new level of paranoia. This time he locked down his computer so that no one could use it while he was away from home at work. After two years of marriage he landed a job as a security guard at a mall in San Francisco. He has his guard card as well as a gun card, so despite the no-handgun law the town has, as a security guard he has one. Not so sure how Hare Krishna followers, who profess to be vegetarians (almost), can have a gun.
Now it is time to work on goals, resolutions, decisions, ideas and motivation for 2006.
