My parents have called every Monday morning for the past three weeks. This morning, they’ve informed me that they think they’ll come visit some time in May, close to Memorial Day Weekend. I am actually hoping that they do manage a visit, despite typical child-thoughts lurking within my brain — “How am I going to entertain them…where are they going to stay…will they drive me insane…etc.” I will have to ask around at work to find out where I can put them. (My apartment can accomodate perhaps one visitor…besides, it’s my parents. I’d rather they stay somewhere nicer.)
I was such a housewife today. I cleaned the bathroom and the toilet room (yes, they are two separate rooms), bought new sheets, did laundry, and even ironed. A productive morning for me, this much is true, but I couldn’t help but feel like some of my students. So many Japanese women, who had amazing careers prior to marriage and gave them up, are housewives.
Darya, Jacob, and I watched “Secretary” last night. Why is James Spader always a lawyer?
The last one is easy: he’s good at playing clever &@$#’s.
That movie is messed up. Reminds of a certain former girlfriend of mine…