My cousin and his family came yesterday for a visit and dinner; I was most of the entertainment for the two older ones, Matthew, nearly 6 and Michael, 3 1/2. I was a snarling, vicious alien that sat in its computer desk chair, while they tried to get me out of it and/or blast me to smithereens. Needless to say, I’m writing this which means they didn’t succeed. I also pretended to pick them up and put them on the ground with various wrestling moves; before everyone calls child protective services on me I didn’t land on them, I put them on the ground from my chair. I had to do normal speed, since I don’t have the quickest reflexes and such. I don’t have the ability to speed up and then slow the motion abruptly. That’s why I can’t pretend to drop stuff and salvage it at the last minute; I WILL drop it.
My being an alien all started when my cousin and his family were here for Thanksgiving. I have an Area 51 poster on my closet door which is a picture of a little green man on it and one of them asked me what it was or something. I replied in a different voice that it was my cousin or something and we went from there.
My cousin’s wife, Karen, called about a month ago and wanted to talk to my mother; I said she wasn’t home yet. So Karen and I were talking for a little while and then she asked me, “Does your mother wear jewelry”? I think I rolled my eyes or something and I said that she wears earrings; I also said that maybe I wasn’t the best person to ask. She thought that was funny but I thought it was hysterical; I always find it funny when people, usually those who should know better, ask questions, make gestures or anything else that requires close to 20/20 vision.
Mark came in on December 19th and is here(physically, at least) for the remainder of the decade. As his away message said, he raced a blizzard and won. He came in from Washington D.C. and his train left just in time. Nothing much to report until Christmas Eve; we had lobster tail, shrimp cocktail, a salad for me and baked potato. Unfortunately, everyone ate their lobster tail, so I didn’t get to be Mikey but I did have lots of cookies; they are homemade and in Great supply. There are two kinds that I really like; chocolate chip and cut-out. My mother says they’re sugar cookies, just homemade but ever since I was little, I’ve called them cut-outs and I don’t really have the inclination to break this 20+year old habit.
I got an Audible gift certificate, Itunes gift cards, some money, new running clothes, Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian and Stargate Atlantis Season 5. I gave Mark the new Star Trek and the ultimate edition of the first Harry Potter movie. I gave my mother two books and my father 2 CDs. We had homemade Ravioli and antipasto for dinner. My contribution was the sauce; I always make the sauce now.
Karen said that she doesn’t think of me as being blind, she thinks of me as just like everyone else; I’m sure that’s how most of the people that ask questions or make gestures at me that require sight think of me. That’s the point of equality; however, these episodes aren’t any less funny.