Sigi Arnejo Journal

Lisi and I went to Bill T Jones performance at YBCA last night. I have to say although it was a interesting performance, I didn't get it. Am I lame? The lighting was good the sound was ok, not great there was some fuzz and the vocals were a little hard to hear, the video was really good, but I didn't get it. There was a narrative that was good although what the narrator was talking about did go with the dancing. I don't know, I am just not a dance person. Did I fall asleep you say? Well, maybe a little. The best part of the night though was the dinner before at Nordstrom Bistro Cafe with our friends C n F. There was talk about lesbian bed death and how many couple have it, when does it occur, and at what age. It was a stimulating conversation that took us right up to curtain time. The food was good, the company was pleasant, and the performance was entertaining. I love it when a plan comes together, don't you?

I work with the public and while I was in the washing my hands I overheard a woman say something to the effect that step parents are expected to do the work and not have any in put. As their conversation faded from my ear I thought: that's so true. Being a step parent is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. The woman in the restroom was right. We as step parents are expected to pick the kid(s) up from school,take them to the dr, dance, sports or whatever, but when it comes down to it step parents have no say in discipline,rewards, or activities. The kids are running the parents and the step parents have to just grin and bare it. We, as step parents, are to be seen and not heard. Isn't it funny how that used to be what kids were supposed to do.