Talk to the White Man

Oh boy, I'm going out for a birthday dinner tonight in Oakland! I'm very excited. I'll have to drive there in heavy traffic so I"m giving myself a long time, especially for that small stretch of highway between 880 and 580 that's always busy.

I woke up to a very talkative Sophie who followed me around the kitchen going on and on about stuffed animals and gummy vitamins. She's now given up trying to get me to talk with her and gone into another room, and now I miss her jabbering. Oh well. I remember being a kid and waking up all rarin' to go. Doesn't happen very often any more. Now I just stagger toward my coffee.

Tomorrow I sleep in, kid free since Manny's taking them for the night.

This morning is bad mom coffee, followed closely by an appointment with pdoc, whom I haven't seen for a couple of weeks. I hope he doesn't just reiterate his thing about me being more sociable. I don't think I can take it one more time. Point taken, already. I will have to say something to make him stop and I'm not looking forward to it.

Though I do look forward to seeing him in much the same way as I like to see my dad. I never quite know what he'll say or do but it'll be solid and like an older white guy in its decisiveness and obliviousness.

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[Ms. Jane]

Jo - I was really impressed by how much you were interacting tonight with everyone! You're so totally coming back girl! Seriously, you seemed so comfortable and at ease tonight. Both Tiny E and I were remarking on it and were really excited.