But I’m home. Yes, finally, home at last. No more Pro-Life billboards lining the highway, no more whiney aunt with a serious issue with insecurity, no more bed lined with plastic sheets. Nope, but I will admit, I will miss Minnesota. Really, I love my family, and it just sucks that I don’t get to see them more often. I feel so much stronger now than I did before I left. I don’t know, I think it’s just something about getting in touch with your family that makes you feel more…you. And this being the first trip that I’ve ever taken to Minnesota without my grandmother, it was a really different trip. Now I see so much more of my mother in her. It’s insane, and myself as well. All I could think about on the drive home was how much I was like her. I never complained. I cook…very well actually. And the one thing that stood out for me more than anything else, I was the one taking all the pictures. Sure, Gary and Dawn took some pictures every now and then (Gary’s my uncle and Dawn’s my second cousin by marriage), but I was barely in any photos, and barely in any video. I guess that’s probably not the best thing for the balancing of a photo album, but all I see in those pictures is memories. Sweet, sweet memories. So what if I’m not in them? I know that I took them, so that’s all that counts, so when my grandkids take a look at the 60 years from now, they won’t see me in many pictures, but that’ll be because I took them. And that’s exactly how it is with my grandma. The only pictures I can think of that actually have my grandma in them are the ones of when she was a kid, or at her wedding, or my mom’s wedding. Honestly, I can’t remember very many pictures with my grandma in them. And to an extent, it saddens me, because the last pictures we took of grandma were 3 months before she died at my cousin Todd’s wedding in 2002. She was walker-bound, lost all her hair, and her double chin had depleted to mere flaps of skin.
I was a grandma’s girl.
I miss her. And going back to where she grew up, and where her sister’s were buried, and where the rest of the Ingegretson’s were buried, just made me feel so much closer to her. Back in ’00 when we went last time, there weren’t as many of my relatives that had died, so there wasn’t much of a need for cemetery day, but cemetery day was probably the day that I enjoyed almost the most. Why? You’re probably wondering, well I’ll tell you the story.
Cemetery day was on monday of our trip–a week ago tomorrow. We went to 6 cemeteries total that day, and the third one we went to was for my grandpa’s side of the family, my great grandma Mildred Strom (or Radke if you used her maiden name). But it was the weirdest thing. We pulled into this HUGE cemetery, right behind a funeral procession, which was awkward, but we drove around these lots, and my grandpa was like “I think it’s over here,” and he hadn’t been to this cemetery in years. He’s going to be 79 in December, so he’s getting up there. But anyway, so we stop the car and my mom tells my sister and I to go look for the Radkes or the Stroms. And the first grave I look at, the very first one, which didn’t even have a headstone, it only had a footstone, was my uncle Ellmer, my great grandma’s half brother. The only way I ever remember him was when he told my sister and I that we would “give you a quarter if you go sit in the corner.” Seriously, that’s what he said. But he was the first name that I came upon, totally random, but not. I don’t think it was random at all. I really don’t. I think my grandpa either had a feeling, and then I had a feeling, or something was guiding us, because it was that weird. In that whole place, with was acres long, we came right to Ellmer’s grave first.
It was weird, right?
I thought so.
Hmm, what else is there to write about my vacation before I get to today. Well, on thursday we went to go watch my cousin Zac play baseball and my cousin Melissa and Libby and I went on the swings in the playground. It was very nice, because Melissa has always been my favorite cousin on my mom’s side, because she’s pretty close in age, although there is one other cousin who is my age, but she’s not as funny and friendly. So, I think that’s about it for now. If I think of anything that I left out, I’ll write about it later.
Now, to today.
Guh, the day that I’ve been more dreading and anticipating since Ryan and I started dating.
He came to my house to meet my family.
And actually, it went phenomenally well. My mom was friendly, my dad wasn’t weird, my sister liked him, and Lindsay (one of Libby’s friends by proxy my friend) said that he has her seal of approval, not like her opinion mattered all that much. But nothing was weird. Dad didn’t have a “talk” with him, and we were at the movies when my uncle came to pick up his Walleye.
Oh! Walleye is the greatest fish ever, btw.
But yeah, so my uncle would have been the one to be weird, because he has no kids of his own, so we’re almost like his kids. But, Ryan didn’t get a chance to meet any of my friends from home. Andrea was at work and Cassie couldn’t come over. And school was out, so going to see Derek was out of the question. There’s no way I would have driven Ryan all the way to Belfair to have a “talk” with Derek. Oh well, he’ll just have to meet them next time. I’m not quite sure when that will be, seeing that I never get weekends off, but I’ll have to request one sooner or later. But I’m weary of my boss’s scheduling skills right now, seeing that she didn’t schedule me to open tomorrow, and I need to be to CLASS before 5:30 to talk to my professor. She scheduled me to for 10-6:30. So I called today and asked if I could come in at 9 instead, and leave a half an hour early. When I reminded her about what I wrote in the calendar, she said that I wrote that I needed tuesdays and wednesdays off.
I’m not that dumb to write in tuesday instead of monday. It would be obvious in the calendar that those two days were consecutive, and I don’t have classes on consecutive days.
She’s not the brightest bulb in the package. But I’m not bitter.
Oh well, I’ll get it taken care of tomorrow. It’ll be fine, she’s normally pretty chill if I give her enough notice.
I’m gonna go watch Fight Club now. Best. Movie. Ever.