oloriel | Apr. 10th, 2005

Yesterday was my cousin Timo's confirmation. It was... ok. The service was all right except for the psalm they had chosen which might just as well have been written by George W. Bush himself, for the pathos they had apparently borrowed from the Catholic church around the corner, and for the fact that the reverend was lisping and shouting (well, not shouting, but it was obvious that she was at home with speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear, so everything she said appeared very strained and, well, shouted). But she certainly gets an award for the First Use Of The Word "fluffy" In A Sermon That I Know Of.

Otherwise, well, as these family meetings are. Amusingly, Timo wore the suit that my godfather, his stepfather, had worn for my mother's wedding. Timo isn't really tall. Apparently, my godfather was a rather small 22-years-old when my mother wedded. (Eru gracious, he was as old as I am now. And as tall, or rather, small, as Timo is now.)
My grandmother, as usual, had very firm views on everything and anything. It's impossible to discuss with her; either she weaves all your arguments into her view of things and refuses to understand what you're trying to say, or she sees your differing opinion as a direct attack on her, doesn't even pretend to listen and refuses to understand what you're trying to say. I love my grandmother, but she's stubborn and so conservative that, on the political spectrum, on her right side there is Nothing.

In other news:

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Katana of Loving Kindness.
Get yours.

How odd, and how very fitting. *snarks* I'd make an icon of that if I weren't already at my 15-icon-limit.

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( Wieder mal eine Familienfeier )
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