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Escalon, California was family connected by the public school system, Goshen, ID is family connected by blood. For instance, my late step-grandfather Bill's family has had this property for about 100 years. When my grandma passes, the house and property go to Bill's kids but everything in the house goes to my natural grandfather Leonard's side, which is my father and his 6 siblings. Families are strange things. What's also strange is how my father's family has something of a checkered past, and I know most all of it because it all happened in California. My mother's side is like, she's 4 generations from off-the-boat German immigrant Iowa farmers, and I know literally nothing beyond that. I'm sure they had family in Germany but who were they? Cripes, I could have royalty over there but I wouldn't know it. Let's hear it for internet geneology, at least I can try to find something. Never occured to me before. Though I guess I have a great-aunt that knows something.
Anyway it's very quiet and windy up here, apparantly it's much the same in Seattle because I've not recieved any mail in like 4 days, and LJ has been pretty laid back. I guess I'm not missing anything? I'd rather be here quite frankly, at least here I can wake at the midday hour of 7am PDT (8am local), which is more fun when I'm at home because here I've got to tiptoe around the double-wide and watch movies while I wait for everyone to get up. Beats the heck out of going to work though, let me tell you. My poor sister has a report to write while she's here though, which has been a rough topic of procrastination for the whole trip. She's been too much at the beginning of the project for me to help her much, but she expects me to just tell her "write this" and get her started. I can't do that, nobody can, you need a point to work toward. That's a creative process I can't (shouldn't) interfere with. Looks like she's got some initiative going now though, 'cause there's nothing to distract her.
I miss being at home, but I don't miss work - in fact I'm dreading it. But who doesn't?! There's less people and fun at home than it seems like from here. Did that make sense? Who cares.
It only seems like there's nothing to do because I don't know anybody.
Anyway it's very quiet and windy up here, apparantly it's much the same in Seattle because I've not recieved any mail in like 4 days, and LJ has been pretty laid back. I guess I'm not missing anything? I'd rather be here quite frankly, at least here I can wake at the midday hour of 7am PDT (8am local), which is more fun when I'm at home because here I've got to tiptoe around the double-wide and watch movies while I wait for everyone to get up. Beats the heck out of going to work though, let me tell you. My poor sister has a report to write while she's here though, which has been a rough topic of procrastination for the whole trip. She's been too much at the beginning of the project for me to help her much, but she expects me to just tell her "write this" and get her started. I can't do that, nobody can, you need a point to work toward. That's a creative process I can't (shouldn't) interfere with. Looks like she's got some initiative going now though, 'cause there's nothing to distract her.
I miss being at home, but I don't miss work - in fact I'm dreading it. But who doesn't?! There's less people and fun at home than it seems like from here. Did that make sense? Who cares.
It only seems like there's nothing to do because I don't know anybody.
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Date: 2002-08-22 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-22 02:10 pm (UTC)