I’ve had another long, busy day. There isn’t any news to report from school –
it was fairly quiet and uneventful; though long weekend planning kept a lot of
kids and teens entertained whenever we weren’t busy with our class work.
The only breaks I had today between Tai Chi and game night
at the Inn were meals; our lunchtime music practice; and a conference call that
Dad linked with us for to wish Grandpa a happy birthday, since it was already
Friday in Australia. Uncle Adam and Aunt
Leanne had dinner with us tonight so they could be with us when we made that
birthday call, so dinnertime was fun too; and by then, I was ready for a break
after another long family business work session in the office.
Grandma and Grandpa are having a lot more fun than we are
here, and he’s going to celebrate his birthday for two days – one for Friday in
Australia,
and for his ‘actual’ birthday – which will be most of Saturday for them. They have a lot of work booked for this trip
too, so I’m glad that they are getting some fun days too between all of the
meetings and travel.
We wrapped up our chat with Grandma, Grandpa, and Dad in
time to walk over to the Inn for game night; and the fun continued there for a
couple of hours, with a healthy dose of tween weird thrown in – though that was
just for Rowen and me. Mid-January
boredom may have been responsible for the big turnout tonight, and that always
makes for a longer night when there are so many teams vying for the junior and
senior championships. If Miranda was
hoping that teaming up with Mom while Dad was in the city would get her to
another win, she was disappointed when they didn’t even manage to place top
five. Rowen and I didn’t do nearly that
well in the junior competition. She was
regularly distracted and annoyed by ‘Tommy’ and his girlfriend; and that might
have had a lot to do with the fact that they were mostly oblivious to
everything except each other. The fact
that they did even worse than we did wasn’t any consolation to Rowen.
That was more than enough to throw off her game, but my
gaming wasn’t exactly stellar either, and I’m sure you can guess that might
have something to do with Michael and my dear, incorrigible, and determined
Aunt Leanne. The meaningful looks,
whispers, and passing nudges and nods she prods me with are bad enough, but she
apparently thinks that Michael isn’t very bright if she believes that he didn’t
see right through two ‘chance’ meetings at the snack and drinks table when she
conveniently happened to need his help to carry a drink or snack to me because
her hands were full with the other orders she was juggling. Yes, he did as she asked, but knew from my
reaction each time that the deliveries were bogus, blatant set-ups. Judging by some of the looks I got from Lisa
tonight; she wasn’t thrilled with Aunt Leanne’s efforts either. With all of the extra-curricular action, it’s
no wonder that the gaming was so mediocre.
It was heading toward eleven o’clock by the time we got
home, and that was again partly thanks to Aunt Leanne, since she conveniently
volunteered us to help with the post-game clean-up; and then we walked home
with Miranda, Jacob, Rebecca, and Michael.
That was good for one more little strike against me with Lisa, and it’ll
be two or three if she finds out about Aunt Leanne’s goodnight hug and kiss
comment when she advised me that I’d ‘missed’ him after hugging his parents and
sister. Ehlana earned bonus sister
points for immediately reaching out to hug and kiss Michael; getting everyone
laughing, and rescuing me from a no-win situation.
After helping Mom to get Ethan and Ehlana tucked in for the
night, I came up to my room; kicked the time-phase into high gear; and finished
all of my planned studies and nightly computing in record time. The only problem I have now is that I’m too
wound up to sleep. I don’t really write
about it much, but anyone reading my journals in the future might be surprised
to find out that there actually are so many things that annoy or worry me;
since I basically never get visibly angry, and I’m perpetually happy and fired
up in public. So much of my life since
moving to Witch Falls is so amazing and fun, I sometimes
wonder why I even bother writing about some of these things, but I guess it
does at least show that even Magi Masters have everyday, normal, real-life
issues.
For me, tonight, those issues include wishing that I could
do more to help Rowen, since she really is having a tough time with having
crossed over, but hooked on a boy who is both currently taken and oblivious to
her as anything more than one of the ‘other’ girls in his class – and certainly
not a girl he’s ever been interested in the way she’s interested in him. Telling her what the twins and I know about
our collective future would probably help a lot, but that really isn’t an
option. Jokes and musing about
Magi-powered solutions are only entertaining for so long before they’re not
much fun anymore; and a medical or Magi cure for the ailment still isn’t available. I might be more help if I could relate to
Rowen on more than an intellectual basis for this, but I still really wish that
we were all still on my side of the crossed over line – especially since if we
were; this wouldn’t be a problem for her at all, and I might have the added
bonus of no auntie matchmaking directed my way.
That’s the other issue keeping me awake. There was no doubt that Aunt Leanne’s
matchmaking moments tonight were harder on Michael than on me. It’s not always fun knowing sensing things
that others can’t; and that’s definitely true for me when it comes to him. This is also another case where telling Aunt
Leanne what I know might help convince her to stop; but it’s not something I
can or will do. Ethan, Ehlana, and I
don’t always like it, but in addition to knowing what we do about our future,
we also know what we are and aren’t supposed to reveal to others too. Yes, that bugs Mom, Dad, and everyone else in
the know about our having this particular talent, but trust me – it really is
tougher for us.
I’m not really feeling better about any of this, and haven’t
come up with anything useful while writing about it here, so I’m going to wrap
this up and try a little sound-shielded music practice. Maybe that’ll help make me sleepy.
Until next time, this is Magi Master Cassie Proctor; logging
out!
