 |
| Monday, December 22, 2003 I cut mom’s hair today. To be precise, I thinned it. It seems that I’ve picked up some techniques going through those workshop sessions at Charles Ifergan. Go, Charles! When I arrived at lovely Ontario airport on Thursday, mom and dad were freaked out at how much thinner I looked. I was this weight at gomobu’s funeral but things were crazy then so they probably didn’t notice. Anyway, mom squeezed my upper arm and actually claimed that she had more mass. Yeah, right. I flexed my bis and she had nothing on me. Yeah, I’m stronger than a 48-year old woman. Sad... Anyway, they really are concerned. I keep telling them that I’m as healthy as I was before… just a little bit lighter. I almost forgot about Sunday. Oh my. It was Christmas service at my parents' church and there was the requisite special program. It started off with the choir who had a long set. It would’ve been alright if they didn’t sing songs that required several solos. There were only two people who could sing out of the 20 or so people standing. There were four solos and the woman with the decent voice only did one of the solos. The pastor is the other good voice. It would’ve been better if they didn’t sing several long songs. It was spine-tingling bad. I was beginning to get upset with my mom for bringing me. The fellowship time was also quite lovely. Three women I don’t know told me that I should get married and give my mom grandkids. One woman whom I haven’t seen for ten years told me that I look old but that was alright since I’m still skinny. Thanks. There was one woman who I enjoyed talking to though. She’s buddies with my mom. She graduated from a college in the US so her English is very good. Anyway, she did start off by telling me that I should get married. I told her that I’m not worrying about that. She surprised me by telling me that that was alright and that I should wait for the “right” one. Her generation had to learn how to be patient and accept their husbands. My generation has the luxury of waiting for a compatible person. How refreshing! Here's a bit of nostalgia - scum bum. Dave reminded me of that the other day. It was my aunt’s favorite derogatory term for people who irritated her. |