Moody Meow

I don’t know why, but when I said that last night, I amused the hell out of myself. D and I got phones and a new cell provider last night. He opted for the smooth and spacy Razr, and I got the Pebl. The round, smooth shape got me. That, and I could get the cute little blue one. The only way it could be more perfect was if it had come in purple. They also offer it in orange, but who in the hell likes orange? I have to say that T-mobile was probably the best experience I’ve had with a retailer in a long time. Not only were they friendly and interested in finding out what we wanted, when I said no to certain things (like the monthly insurance for the phones) they didn’t pressure us into changing our minds. They were matter of fact, and interested in helping. The service also worked wonderfully in the house. Our Sprint service usually fizzled out in the middle of the casita because of the metal roof. But all is well with my Pebl…it’s so cute.

I had a long talk with the little sister last night. We played phone tag for a few days. But finally we sat down and had a real talk. It didn’t skirt the issues of hurt feelings and misunderstanting, it faced them. I explained to her why I felt so unimportant while we were in Colorado in March, and why I thought the silence after the trip reiterated that point. She didn’t realize that her actions made me feel that way and she kept silent because she knew I was going through a rough spot. So we made sure to keep each other informed as to what was going on and to call even if we knew we were going to get  voicemail. I also found out that my mother’s transformation from interested to self-absorbed did not only happen with me. Alexis is also witness to this change. So, I am not alone in my misery. I took her disinterest personally, which I shouldn’t have. That is going to become what it must, but I will cling to the relationship with my sister because that’s where the real relationship thrives.

Tomorrow I am leaving on a jetplane to get the Talimonster. I fly out at 3:30 on Ted, flight 1537. I should get into Chicago somewhere around 5:30. Just in time for rush hour! Yay for traffic. I will go back to Tali’s place and get my last fix of Clarke’s diner, before we head south on the long trip home. This time I am going to be a total tourist and take pictures of the restaruant, cause I just don’t care! I wish I had more time to futz around. I would love to go to Ragstock again, and take in the sights on the El. But duty calls and we only have the weekend to get back down here. Add the time to recover, and there’s not a minute to pussy-foot around. It will be lovely to see Cat and Brians (her huzzie) and I look forward to having Tali back in my town. At least until we all high-tail it to Portland!