babble
Monday, February 03, 2003
This weekend, everything was broken in my house.
The toilet broke, 2 light bulbs went out, my scanner won't turn on and the cable went out on Saturday for about an hour and again on Sunday for about 3 hours. Yes, I realize that kvetching about cable outages makes me sound like a television junkie, and I suppose I could be categorized as such, but even if I didn't love my television like it was my own child I would be pissed off at the cable company. I pay them a good-sized chunk of money every month to have uninterrupted cable service in my home, and these outages are not rare occurrences. There is an outage of an hour or more at least once a week. I thank the little baby Jesus for the intarweb because I could at least keep up with the news about the space shuttle disaster when the cable went out right in the middle of the NASA briefing on CNN.
Speaking of the space shuttle disaster, I'm a bit upset about it. I was much more upset when the Challenger exploded, probably because I was watching it on live television with my 5th grade science class, and we were all so excited because there was a teacher on board. Plus, I was 11 at the time and I hadn't quite perfected the emotional insulation that I now use to keep myself together when tragedies like this happen. It's different than plain old vanilla denial - if I were to spend too much time thinking about this, or the World Trade Center, or all my loved ones that have died, or all of the people who suffer and die every day in the world, I would spend every waking moment weeping instead of trying to do whatever small part I can do to alleviate some of that suffering. Anyway, I know those astronauts died doing what they loved to do, and I hope this doesn't deter people from further space exploration. 'Nuff said.
I did have some good stuff happen over the weekend, though. One of my aunts gave her child up for adoption 35 years ago and was recently reunited with her daughter. I hadn't told that side of the family about my own daughter and our experience with adoption, so I used my aunt's disclosure of her experience as an opener to tell her about mine. You'd think that I'd be able to tell my own family about it, since I could quite easily tell all of you internet weirdos about it, but I guess I was just waiting for the "right" time or the "right" way to tell them. My aunt and I had a great conversation about it, and now all I have to do is tell my dad and hope it doesn't give him a heart attack. I'm going to call him on my way home from work, because there's no better time to tell my father major life-altering news than when I'm stuck in traffic. Besides, today is my daughter's 12th birthday, so I guess it's kind of appropriate to tell him today. "Hi Dad, you're a grandfather, and it's her birthday today!" That's good, right? Not at all shocking.
By the way, I forgot to mention something when I told my adoption story. A couple of people commented that it must be hard for me to relive that story and those memories. It's not. I mourned, for lack of a better word, and dealt with all of my feelings about the adoption a long time ago. I have a great relationship with my daughter. We're both fine with the way things turned out. I wasn't looking for sympathy or anything like that when I told that story. I just wanted to tell it.
For less somber reading, see these reviews. I promise wit and merriment tomorrow. Or at least a good, healthy spewing of vitriol.
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