Another Day in the Life

One more day kind-of over. Had a successful trip to the dentist, although I was sure that from the way they were fussing over one tooth, it was going to have a cavity, but apparently not. Lucky me- the idea of such things is enough to freak me out, although the one (very, very small) cavity I had filled wasn't bad, nor the one wisdom tooth that I had pulled. Apparently one of the other wisdom teeth will eventually have to go, but only when it starts bothering me, apparently. I really like my dentist- he's awfully understanding of those of us fearful of such things.

Came home, napped, had homemade chicken soup from leftovers of last night's chicken, and went dancing. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it, especially after having a spat with Em earlier in the day, about Mom and my very last-minute Hannukah party (which Em won't be home for: she'll be in Philly visiting her boyfriend), which Em told me I had a stick up my rear (not her wording)for wanting to have actually during Hannukah rather than afterwards. Argh. But dancing turned out to be very nice, although the programming stunk, as it usually does at home. However, just about everyone who might come, besides Karen or Yael showed up, and people brought food, and it was a really warm atmosphere for once- it happens every once in a while. There was also someone new to our session, a Brandeis alumna named Rachel and her baby Nistar. It was a nice night- somehow, even with all the mirrors in that room (which I'm not used to in Boston an more), I felt really good about my dancing for once- something that almost never happens at home. Usually the mirrors and the company make me feel pretty sub-standard. Not this time, somehow. I think that I wasn't dressing to compete on Em's turf helped there, oddly enough. I was pretty content. Danced with Dad some, which was really quite nice- he's improved lots. Just goes to show that effort really does get you places. Makes me proud.

Apparently everyone felt weirded out by our trip to youth orchestra last night. I felt straight-laced and under-sophisticated, Em felt out of place with the music world since she isn't playing at all right now, Elizabeth apparently felt like she was offending us, and Will felt pulled between it all, and that the evening wasn't what he expected. What a mess. ALl said, I still had a decent time, especailly once we got home, but well: it was weird. Amazing how a semester of college changes things. Not that I'd have felt entirely comfortable with that combination of folks before hand, but well- now they don't feel comfortable either. Whereas I'm comfortable with Will on his own, and with the other few folks I really keep in touch with from high school. Even if (Qian this is you) I don't agree with them all the time. Growing up does strange things to relationships of all sorts. It was weird- they seem to feel much more obligated and bound to keeping in touch with lots of people from high school than I think I ever did. I enjoy talking to a few folks on occasion, but outside of a Very small circle, I'm happy to see them twice a year and talk only rarely in between. Even the larger circle isn't so big. And that's how it should be, I think. Only real friendships ought to be maintained, past a certain point. THere' no point in talking all the time with people who don't really care all that much, I guess. Unless there's a chance that that will change. Of course, I can't know any of that for sure. But that's life. Go know.

Another Day in the Life

One more day kind-of over. Had a successful trip to the dentist, although I was sure that from the way they were fussing over one tooth, it was going to have a cavity, but apparently not. Lucky me- the idea of such things is enough to freak me out, although the one (very, very small) cavity I had filled wasn't bad, nor the one wisdom tooth that I had pulled. Apparently one of the other wisdom teeth will eventually have to go, but only when it starts bothering me, apparently. I really like my dentist- he's awfully understanding of those of us fearful of such things.

Came home, napped, had homemade chicken soup from leftovers of last night's chicken, and went dancing. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it, especially after having a spat with Em earlier in the day, about Mom and my very last-minute Hannukah party (which Em won't be home for: she'll be in Philly visiting her boyfriend), which Em told me I had a stick up my rear (not her wording)for wanting to have actually during Hannukah rather than afterwards. Argh. But dancing turned out to be very nice, although the programming stunk, as it usually does at home. However, just about everyone who might come, besides Karen or Yael showed up, and people brought food, and it was a really warm atmosphere for once- it happens every once in a while. There was also someone new to our session, a Brandeis alumna named Rachel and her baby Nistar. It was a nice night- somehow, even with all the mirrors in that room (which I'm not used to in Boston an more), I felt really good about my dancing for once- something that almost never happens at home. Usually the mirrors and the company make me feel pretty sub-standard. Not this time, somehow. I think that I wasn't dressing to compete on Em's turf helped there, oddly enough. I was pretty content. Danced with Dad some, which was really quite nice- he's improved lots. Just goes to show that effort really does get you places. Makes me proud.

Apparently everyone felt weirded out by our trip to youth orchestra last night. I felt straight-laced and under-sophisticated, Em felt out of place with the music world since she isn't playing at all right now, Elizabeth apparently felt like she was offending us, and Will felt pulled between it all, and that the evening wasn't what he expected. What a mess. ALl said, I still had a decent time, especailly once we got home, but well: it was weird. Amazing how a semester of college changes things. Not that I'd have felt entirely comfortable with that combination of folks before hand, but well- now they don't feel comfortable either. Whereas I'm comfortable with Will on his own, and with the other few folks I really keep in touch with from high school. Even if (Qian this is you) I don't agree with them all the time. Growing up does strange things to relationships of all sorts. It was weird- they seem to feel much more obligated and bound to keeping in touch with lots of people from high school than I think I ever did. I enjoy talking to a few folks on occasion, but outside of a Very small circle, I'm happy to see them twice a year and talk only rarely in between. Even the larger circle isn't so big. And that's how it should be, I think. Only real friendships ought to be maintained, past a certain point. THere' no point in talking all the time with people who don't really care all that much, I guess. Unless there's a chance that that will change. Of course, I can't know any of that for sure. But that's life. Go know.