Our first baseball practice of the season was
cancelled. I know that isn’t exactly a
world-changing event, but I was really looking forward to playing with Rebecca,
Jenny, and the other older girls again.
The rain put a damper on the rest of the day too, and I
don’t really have much to report today.
It was comparatively quiet at school.
The top Grade Seven topic was Nora’s birthday party tomorrow night, but
not being invited also has the effect of having our classmates attempt to avoid
us when talking about it. Rowen and I
were on our own for the lunchtime music practice because Michael was doing
something else with Tim and some of their friends.
I’d been expecting a short work session after school, but
with the practice cancellation, I was able to put in extra time on the family
business; and Mom could have dinner ready for the normal game-night time. It was still raining off and on by the time
we’d finished eating and cleaning up, so we took the minivan over to the Inn
when it was time to go there; and we were early enough to help out with setting
up the games.
There was a bit of tweeird zone action tonight, but other
than getting a few comments about it from Aunt Leanne; I was only a
spectator. Nora brought Vanessa with
her, and she made sure that Vanessa was teamed up with Michael. He was definitely deep in the tweeird zone
all evening, but I stayed out of the way; kept my mouth shut; and tried not to
make things any stranger for Michael than they already were.
Sorry, Rowen, but helping you to a three-peat junior
championship would have definitely been noticed and commented on – not to
mention that we shouldn’t be able to win that consistently when we’re playing
against the older teens. Look at the
bright side: you won last week with Michael; and he and Vanessa weren’t even
top ten.
I’m sure that Aunt Leanne will have something to say to me
about Michael’s goodnight hug and kiss when most of the gamers were heading
home tonight, but that’s because I wasn’t the one giving him that hug and kiss;
and Vanessa went with something a fair bit more serious than a friendly little
peck on the lips. Thankfully, Aunt
Leanne didn’t say anything to me while Michael or Vanessa was around, and she
and Uncle Adam didn’t come home with us; so that little aunt-niece chat will
have to wait.
Rowen didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to talk about that,
and we had a little chat on our computers earlier when I first went to bed and
started doing my nightly studying.
Getting Vanessa to chase after Michael again isn’t part of some new
matchmaking plan for me, but Rowen’s a bit baffled about why I’m not jealous –
even conceding the fact that I haven’t crossed over. I can’t explain that to her without revealing
things she’s not allowed to know, so what I did say didn’t really explain
anything. She thinks I’m in denial, but
that’s one thing about me that probably really is different from most people –
I don’t really ever feel jealous about anything or anyone.
I think that part of that is because when you have the
Sight, you need to be accepting of everything that goes into creating the possible
futures you see; and jealousy is one of those emotions that could lead to
madness. The rest of that equation, for
me, is that I’ve always been happy for anything good that others have that I
might wish for too; but never jealous if it was something I didn’t have. The biggest one in my life was probably not
having a ‘real’ family before Mom and Dad got married. I was never jealous of the kids who did have
both parents; brothers and sisters; and the whole extended family even though
that was my biggest, most secret wish for Mom and me to have that too.
If you’re reading this in the distant future, and don’t know
me, please don’t misinterpret that. I
have lots of other ‘normal’ human emotional issues – and don’t forget that
we’ve established that I pretty much suck at being a tween.
Let’s move along.
Rowen chatted with me for three-quarters of an hour, and the studying
has been a bit on the boring side tonight.
I’m wrapping up a bit earlier tonight because I’m running out of steam –
and so that I can get an extra hour or so of nap time to be ready for the
sleepover Rowen and I will be starting our weekend out with here.
The only problem I expect to have is that not dreaming about
soft, fuzzy bunnies isn’t going to work tonight; and I’ll be in tweeird zone
dreamland tonight. I’ll let you know how
that worked out with the next report, but...
...until next time, this is Magi Master Cassie Proctor;
logging out!
