Gah, getting Molly into her carrier for her vet appointment this morning Did Not Go Well. She took fright when I tried to close the cat carrier on her after tossing her tinfoil ball in, and then bit through my winter gloves and chewed up my right index finger pretty badly when I picked her up and put her in by force. But she came through her surgery (spaying) fine, and will be ready for pickup in about 4 hours.

My dad was raised by the children of Finnish immigrants and spoke Finnish at home until he went to school. Then he refused to speak Finnish (except to his grandma--grandmas get a pass) and was all English-only American until sometime after he came back from WWII. There was probably a fair bit of peer pressure in action. From his 20s on Dad was a proud Finnish-Ammerican who really regretted that his Finnish language skills weren't very good. Blue and white flags, t-shirts with various Finn jokes, Sisu license plates--he went all in.

So Noah and Mac might come back to their respective heritages at a later date.

I can pretty much guarantee my parents think they did heritage wrong when it comes to raising me. My sister is convinced I don't see myself as Jamaican, and even though people who only barely know me here know I certainly don't see myself as American, given her surprise at that, I imagine she is either representing the family line, or they've never talked about it.

Given my family, the latter is unlikely.

Maybe it's not enough? Maybe I should be living in Jamaica, or hanging out with more Jamaicans and/or family or living in Inglewood (my mother would quickly go back on that, though). But that's their metric. I know how I feel, though.

She also thinks she might have done a bad racial job, but unless the rules involve growing your hair long or only dating black (THEY DO NOT) they're pretty fucking okay, actually.

Which is to say, you can't know their hearts, and at their age, neither do they, and as adults, it's all very complicated, and all you can give them is exposure.

Okay, back to status reports...

Oy, I am a lazy slob. Went to a concert with the family last night (Natalie Cole, who still looks fantastic, singing with the SF Symphony), and then slept right through to 8:30 AM. So here it's 10:30 and I'm still in my pjs.

Gotta get off my ass: I am supposed to be volunteering at the food bank at noon.

Dog is bored.

Ugh. I feel so unprepared for this holiday, but at least I'm not in charge of the turkey.

I'm still congested from last week's cold. My mom texted me yesterday that my great uncle passed away and I had to do family math to place him. I'm still waiting on delivery of my niece's birthday gift and my train is tomorrow at 1pm. I'd really prefer not to do emergency gift shopping this time of year.

I will never make it through next week. All afternoon, I've been getting little bits of work done in between reading the internet, and it already feels like a lot, and it's not even 2:30 yet! WTF. I need to make more lunch plans.

What's the context where people are telling Noah he's Chinese, I wonder? If it's in an insulting or alienating way, no wonder he's objecting.

I always very strongly identified as Asian, but I was full blooded, fourth generation Japanese growing up in a town with three minorities of any kind. There wasn't going to be any way for me not to know. And I was raised culturally Japanese in many ways, although in truth probably mute like culturally Hawaiian.

omg, why do people keep making me work on new things! I had things to do today and I should be able to go through them slowly while taking many internet breaks. NO NEW THINGS.

I did have BK for lunch, so that was at least good.

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Costume quadrille.