azurelunatic | Grown-Ups

My parents called last night, quite rightfully concerned about the e-mail I'd sent them saying that Votania was in the hospital. I filled them in, and then they filled me in on the happenings in Alaska.

They are tearing apart the chicken house, since we have no more chickens, and mice took up residence; Mama was amused to find that the sign that Narcissa and I had made, of warning and instruction to visitors about the tiny peeping chicks in residence was still on the chicken house, in all my third-grade spelling, handwriting, and diction glory. 'the constant clamour of peeping chicks' was one golden line from it. It had been protected all these years by being a layer in the construction; when either the insulation or the final outer shell had been put on the thing, the sign had been preserved underneath. Hilarious.

FatherSir wanted to know how my "here, chick, chick" project was coming along, by which he meant the slow taming and seduction of Darkside. You can't do much with a man if he's not figuratively tame enough to eat out of your hand, and Darkside is shy and skittish, much like the rooster in my dream. My parents approve of Darkside; they think he's a keeper, and a nice young man. They didn't get to meet him for long, but they're hearing things about him.

We don't have to worry about rent this month; all we have to worry about is getting collected and together and back in operating condition. I may well go for evening classes next tri, so I can take a day job. I love my parents. The idea is, they help me out now, and I will of course take care of them later. Since music is a notoriously low-salaried job, I am to be the family breadwinner as a programmer. This is perfectly fine with me. I am my father's daughter.

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I keep meaning to ask you where in Alaska you lived. One of my friends grew up in Alaska.

Central: Fairbanks.

Gosh, it feels good to have my mind back.

Yes. A mind is a terrible thing to lose. My friend is from Juneau.

Never been there, actually.

Heh... me neither? But I'm told I'd last about 5 minutes before going into hypothermia. I don't have a high tolerance for cold.

Did you like it up there?

I loved it and I hated it. Oh, my, yes, did I ever do both.

As soon as my family's out of school, I'm going to try to go back.

I want to go there someday. Might go up there with my friend, if he ever goes to visit.

You would go back there to live or to visit?

Definitely visit. Probably live. I have visions of retiring there, away from the Crazy People.

Hrm... According to my friend there are plenty of crazy people up there too... but being my friend and thus being somewhat warped, he might nt be one to talk. ;-)

Well... the thing is, there's a far higher percentage of Weird Dog Guys in Alaska. You know, the ones who would be Weird Cat Ladies if they were only female. They live out in the middle of nowhere, only come into town once or twice a year, and probably don't shower often, because they don't have running water.

The idea appeals to me, in an odd way.

I think that preppies and punks and goths and cubicle-dwellers and posers and pimps are crazy. I'd rather be an isolated eccentric than deal with pop culture.

Heh... I hope he never reads this (since he might take it the wrong way), but I can kinda see how my friend mighta grown up to be a Weird Dog Guy if he'd stayed up there.

He told me a lot of people up there are doped up on buttloads of antidepressants. I guess given the weird lighting patterns that might be to be somewhat expected.

But yes, I agree that a lot of the people who make up our culture here are nuckinfutz...

I like Weird Dog Guys. We have a Weird Dog Guy and his wife who's occasionally in the symphony living next door.

Antidepressants, chocolate, broccoli, brussels sprouts, and my father got us some construction lamps for indoors, which help immensely. It's like a beach, only with your couch instead of sand.

I've never been on antidepressants.

Maybe you and my friend would get along, then. Okay, now he would *definitely* kill me if he ever read this--trying to hook him up with someone from LJ who lives in Arizona! I'm really not trying to hook you guys up, tho. :)

Broccoli? What does it do--alter neurotransmitter levels of some sort?

I don't think my friend has ever been on antidepressants, either. But he said pretty much all the women he knew up North were on multiple types of them.

Well, since I generally dislike dogs, I might not do so well. I get along with sled dogs fairly well, and large dogs, but anything smaller than a Border Collie I want to step on.

All of a certain long list of veggies helps with the balancing out of neurotransmitters. Seratonin, I think.

If you're up north, if you have a predisposition to mental illness, it is likely to come out. Some people are stable no matter what. They're the lucky ones. Some people can only exist in a perfectly controlled environment. Most people do poorly under stress, and the isolation and darkness are lovely forms of stress.

Heh, he doesn't actually have a dog... just could see him having gone that way had he stayed. And yeah, little dogs suck.

Cool. I am surprised I didn't know that about the veggies. I eat a lot of broccoli. Maybe that's why I'm so mentally stable... um, sorta.

I think I'm one of the "stable no matter what" people... as long as you allow for a certain amount of tweaky-freakiness within the bounds of "stable."

Tweaky-freaky is "normal"...

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