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12:46am
Sunday, 01.13.08

The have arrived. They are home. They are here. The parentals, that is.

I am already exhausted by normalcy. It is not time for things to return to business as usual, but clearly it is and I am simply unprepared. I am burdened by this desire to be totally alone, although I hate loneliness.

They took a trip the Motherland, these African parents of mine. They loved it and relieved so much stress. My mother did not even need her blood pressure medication and her blood pressure came down on its own. Africa is apparently unbelievably poor, but without stress. And here we thought Mom had high blood pressure because of genetics. nO.

I am going to take my African ‘hindparts back Home next year too. I am supposed to be looking for an African husband, but I will not. There is volunteering I would like to do, shopping I would like to do, and eating I would like to do. Authentic African food like that my Mom makes but with fresh ingredients only found at Home.

So, it is back to business as usual for Mother and Father African. Soon will return their abundant and frequent vitriol about American culture that is making them sick, so very sick. Father will contend that Barack is the way and Mother with agree that he is an affable man, but Hillary is the way and one can tell by the aureole that surrounds her when she talks.

And then Mother and Father will dump on me a cavalcade of Cinderella duties to fulfill. No, I do not like normal.