| i sure love the lake!
seneca lake, built in 1734 by the quakers, can be up to (but never over) 1000 feet deep. the water is cold year round, but it never freezes due to it's unfathomable depths. when smooth, boating is a leisure activity used for relaxation. when choppy, its a chore: a life or death struggle between a man, his vessel, and the elements. today was smooth, and i took advantage of the agreeable waters. not just because these calm days are few and far between, either.
see, my cousin tracy was wed today to her dorky\loveable charles (who we all call chuck behind his back). a swell thing for them, but they weren't up at 10 making their cake.
guess who was.
924ishAM
i roll over. i've been listening to my mom and two of her sisters bake this seven layer monstrosity for at least *looks at watch* a decade. its very technical, very precise process. first, they bake the layers.....stay with me now. then, they put frosting on each layer and....listen close.....put them on top of one another....heres the tricky part: in order from biggest to smallest. THEN (oh we're not done) they put frosting on the whole thing! TWICE! it was crazyness. you'd think they were remaking the manhattan project.
1004ishAM
i roll downstairs in the same clothes ive been wearing for three days and mom pulls herself out of her work (elbow deep in frosting, holding a scalpel and ice tongs) to tell me my shorts are dirty. i make two bagels and jump on the computer to uh.......work on....um.....my....sociologyproject. Yeah. sociology. project.
i dont understand it. my parents come home, complain about working, go to the lake and work all weekend. and call it relaxation. and make me go with them. and make me work. good for the soul my ass.
mom asked me at least three times if i had something to wear for the wedding, and each time i acted like i didn't know what she was talking about, and each time she fell for it.
more shit happened. i cant write anymore. thats life for you, surprises you when you least expect it. i hate she does that. |
