Wednesday, December 24, 2003
Finished "Microserfs" last night. I can't believe it had a happy ending. All the couples stayed together, everyone was united as a family by the tragedy and the company was actually working out. I was expecting the company to go bust or be bought out by Microsoft, probably a more realistic ending for the dot-com era. It was a generational tale.
Started with the family visits and holiday errands. Bakery visit to pick up Bavarian creme pies for Christmas party. Gloria scared us all by falling flat on the street--for a moment thought one of us was about to get run over based on Mom's scream. Pies were expensive so Mom and I waited as Gloria went on a quest for an ATM. Meanwhile Tarahumara family coming into shops to beg. Mom took pity and looked through her purse for change, asking the young mother the names of her children and using the few Tarahumara words she knew. Two little girls, one named Maria and a baby boy on her back held in the traditional shawl.
After we got pies, delivered them to Chacon's. Felipe, Julie & kids, and Luis there though only recognized Julie. The Christmas turkey was being prepared in true doctor household fashion, with two syringes delivering the wine injection and neat stitches along the side.
Onwards a casa de Tia Marines. She was alone with two grandkids, two very lively little boys who talked happily to us despite not knowing who we were. Next door to Tio Fernando y Tia Hortensia who were very much more accompanied with Cecy & Alfredo, Bety & Fernando & 3 kids, Claudia & Miguel & 5 kids, Ana Luisa & Miguel & 3 kids and Alejandro. Alfredo playing guitar, boy grandkids playing video games and girl cousins off in the background playing their own games except for Paolina, the oldest at 14 who I guess feels fits in better with the grownups now. On previous visits, I felt kind of awkward since all my cousins except Susy are older and yuppieish with their spouses and kids, but I realized that they're actually the same age as most of my Chicago friends--late 30s and early 40s so age difference really isn't that big a deal the way it used to be. Of course still have to remind Mom that I can answer questions directed towards me since she's so used to jumping in.
Started with the family visits and holiday errands. Bakery visit to pick up Bavarian creme pies for Christmas party. Gloria scared us all by falling flat on the street--for a moment thought one of us was about to get run over based on Mom's scream. Pies were expensive so Mom and I waited as Gloria went on a quest for an ATM. Meanwhile Tarahumara family coming into shops to beg. Mom took pity and looked through her purse for change, asking the young mother the names of her children and using the few Tarahumara words she knew. Two little girls, one named Maria and a baby boy on her back held in the traditional shawl.
After we got pies, delivered them to Chacon's. Felipe, Julie & kids, and Luis there though only recognized Julie. The Christmas turkey was being prepared in true doctor household fashion, with two syringes delivering the wine injection and neat stitches along the side.
Onwards a casa de Tia Marines. She was alone with two grandkids, two very lively little boys who talked happily to us despite not knowing who we were. Next door to Tio Fernando y Tia Hortensia who were very much more accompanied with Cecy & Alfredo, Bety & Fernando & 3 kids, Claudia & Miguel & 5 kids, Ana Luisa & Miguel & 3 kids and Alejandro. Alfredo playing guitar, boy grandkids playing video games and girl cousins off in the background playing their own games except for Paolina, the oldest at 14 who I guess feels fits in better with the grownups now. On previous visits, I felt kind of awkward since all my cousins except Susy are older and yuppieish with their spouses and kids, but I realized that they're actually the same age as most of my Chicago friends--late 30s and early 40s so age difference really isn't that big a deal the way it used to be. Of course still have to remind Mom that I can answer questions directed towards me since she's so used to jumping in.
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