i knew i was going to be really into downton abbey. my mother loves pbs and i had no doubt that she had already seen them all when i inquired last night. she perked up and gave me a lively plot summary. i one mored 3 episodes last night. i’m turning into her, i’m sure of it! oh god.
my mother said oh god just like ethan hawke said oh god in the audiobook version of slaughterhouse five. he was reading the voice of barbara, billy pilgrim’s daughter when she is exasperated by his tralfamadore escapades. mama was basically telling me to shut up when she said “oh god.” then she said, “i just can’t handle it. in june, i’m going to be 69 and i don’t care about any of this.” HA! ohmygoodness, i so know how my mom feels because sometimes i’m the same way. like, i just can’t deal with whatever it is and i want it to go away now. like when things are really barfy or just annoying or totally uninteresting. OH GOD.
my dad blind copied me on an email he sent to his cousin.
Susan (from Hollywood) and Rachel (from Providence) were both here over Thanksgiving. Hence, Joann and I stayed in McLean and missed seeing you and the others on that day. Both daughters seem to have new boy friends. While at a Thai restaurant, Susan pulled out her I-phone and showed us a picture of her bearded beau. Rachel immediately observed a resemblance to Charles Manson. He was tall and thin with a trimmed beard. I thought he looked more like the pictures of Jesus in religious calendars, but I kept my mouth shut. That led to a long discussion of who would make a worse boy friend, Ted Bundy or Charles Manson. The point is moot since Ted has already been executed. While Charles Manson is not an attractive man, wouldn’t Ted Bundy have to be worse since he killed every woman that he got alone? This constitutes a typical family discussion.
