My third and final post
So I’ve just got one more journal entry and that will be all the writing I’m going to do. My dad actually assigned me to do only three, and then also he wanted me to track what Virgil and other writers have said about me. He also for some reason is bent on transforming me into more of an extrovert. I wouldn’t say I’m quiet, but certainly not the sort of “life of the party” guy that he was, so he’s requiring me to also writes comments to other people’s blogs. I mean I have friends and I’m sociable and stuff, so I don’t understand. Does he want me to be some gregarious social butterfly? But anyway, so today he dragged me to dinner at my Grandmother’s or Nanna, as I call her. I HATE DINNER AT NANNA’S HOUSE. First of all, kids sometimes joke that somebody’s mother is attractive. But do you have any idea how weird that is when it’s your grandmother. Sure she’s the goddess of love, beauty and fertility, and I’ll admit, she got around, but she does not know how to cook. The wine she has is usually good because she made a deal with Bacchus a while back to provide us with some of his wine supply, (that guy is such a wine aficionado, he knows everything there is to know about every year of every type of wine imaginable). Anyway, so my grandmother Venus, or Nanna, as I call her, tried to deviate from her traditional Italian way of cooking and experimented with some more Mediterranean cuisine. She broke out the Shish Kebob, couscous, berek, hummus, you name it, and it just was not very well prepared. Sometimes she thinks she can get by on her looks but for one thing, nobody cares what you look like when they are hungry and you made food, and secondly, I’m her grandson so I don’t get why she would think that she could use her looks to cover up her mediocre cooking skills. Anyway, so it was my birthday this time and she did not give me much, only a few chickens to trade at the marketplace, Grandma’s are always kind of stiff with the birthday cash. But anyway, it turned out to be ok, we had a birthday cake and all which was nice. Anyway, I have to go, I wrote for the required 20 minutes that my father asked me too, now its time to be a kid!!
Ascanius