January 11th, 2010

Bluezula always lies

Locket in My Pocket

So at the end of the day, my dad called. We talked for a while about coming back from vacation, being in a play, the weather, and such, all the while my heart pounding waiting for the shoe to drop.

Thankfully, my dad appears to be playing the calm, rational one this time. He said my uncle could pick up the necklace, and I could pick it up when I visited, and carrying it in my pocket was fine. It was all about beliefs anyway, and if it worked, it worked, and if it didn't, it didn't, and I should continue doing what I needed to do as well. (It sounded like he didn't really believe in it, which was interesting.) He acknowledged that my mom Gets Like This, and we shouldn't take it personally. Call her tonight and mend anything that's been broken, and move on.

So I called home and talked to my sister a while before she handed the phone to my mom, who was very quiet and mumbly. I talked about the weather, and then we talked movies for a bit, and then she asked me if I was still talking to the latest potential future wife, and I said she had e-mailed, and she asked more questions, and I kept answering, so I guess I lose on that front, but I didn't have the heart to kick her while she was down, I suppose. Then she said that if I wasn't wearing the necklace, she would call the woman and let her know. I told her I'd keep it in my pocket if that was okay, and she said she'd ask the psychic or priest or whoever. Also, she guessed she'd have to get the gold chain back to my aunt since I wasn't going to need it. The price of gold being what it is and all. And then we said goodbye.

Inch by inch, this journey. Inch by inch.