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May. 3rd, 2016

Phone calls stress me out.  Phone calls when I'm trying to get ready for work *really* stress me out, because they are usually from my mother.

Auntie Shelia called a bit ago to see if I'd received the box of books she sent me (I am now in possession of a treasure trove of classic 70s lesbian works, and a few novels from small presses with bent corners that, er, let's say gives one insight that one DOESN'T need about their elders).  We chatted for a bit--mainly about food, and work.  I told her I had to go and get suited up and she said "I hope you know how much I love you and how proud I am that you work so hard.  Give 'em hell!"

I sat down and cried.  Kent has mentioned that she and mom sound identical on the phone, but I know the difference.  I do.

*deep breath*  And now....off to feed the studying masses.  Thankfully, it's a short shift.

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opakele
May. 4th, 2016 01:31 am (UTC)
I like Auntie Shelia.

Sometimes people need to hear stuff no matter who it comes from.
scripsi
May. 4th, 2016 01:17 pm (UTC)
Phone calls stress me out too. But your aunt sounds awesome!
anwyn_elfmaiden
May. 7th, 2016 04:45 pm (UTC)
hugs <3
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