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At home we had plans to head out of the city for the evening.
In September 5 of the 7 readily visible planets (don't
give me shit about earth) are in the sky at once, and
all the local astronomy clubs were holding public events
to share telescopes and have a look. The plan had been
for Kate to borrow her family's car (we are carless), and
head out to one of the closer gatherings. It didn't work
out, I guess because of her disorganized family. Rather
than meet me at the station so we could head out directly,
which was what I was hoping for, we had to take the
High Speed Line in to New Jersey to meet her mother, who
was going to drive us out herself. I have already mentioned
I was tired, and being driven around like a teenager didn't
really appeal to me, and the whole business meant we were
sure to be late, in which case we would probably miss
a planet or two, since one, at least, was setting early.
This put me in a bit of an irritable mood. But once we
got to our destination and no one was there to meet us,
I was pretty much ready to head home. Kate called, and
apparently the family was still out grocery shopping,
much less on the way to pick us up. I threw in the
towell, and Kate was very disappointed in her family
also. She stayed to see if she could salvage something
of the evening, called her sister to pick her up. I
went home in disgust. I hate dealing with her family.
They are always disorganized, and invariably late.
No matter what time Kate says we are going to get
somewhere, or get home from somewhere, I can plan on
adding two or three hours to that time. And
I hate being late. Particularly when the cause is
people sitting around not doing anything. Her family
is a little bit like the Rosanne family on televsision,
except they are much more low key, happier, friendlier,
and more interesting. I realize that eliminates most
of the apparent connections, but you'll have to trust
me on this one, there's a similarity.
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