Nervous Energy

Update: Gran is here now, and she's fabulous. I've suddenly remembered how nice it is to converse with an older person who has good hearing and interesting things to say (and moves faster than the speed of the ice age...). Not only am I amazed at her stamina (it's 9:25 now -- nearly three in the morning her time -- and she's just starting to get ready for bed!), I've already been amused by her anecdotes and interested by our discussions of parenting, jewish-ness, and the relative merits of cats versus dogs. If tonight is anything to judge by, I needn't have been nervous at all!

My grandmother from England is coming tomorrow to see me graduate and for the birthday/graduation/wedding party thing my parents are throwing for my brother and me (not that me and my brother are getting married -- it's my birthday and my graduation, and his wedding to Meghan. Just so we're all clear.)

Since Gran is a bit of a scary matriarch who's been falling in and out of sorts with most of her children at various points over the last fifty years, this impending visit has got Mum and Dad in a bit of a nervous tizzy. Plus, hosting a party for 20-plus is a big deal for them, considering they're still finding having four people for dinner to be a out-of-the-ordinary event.

I'm not too worried -- I'm used to cooking for large amounts of people (thank you, QCF retreats!) and Gran and I have been sending very cordial letters back and forth for years -- but the general atmosphere of slightly tense anticipation is getting to me. I find myself restless more often than not, and even when I don't have anything to do I feel like I should. Biku's coming over this weekend, which should help me to ignore things and watch hours of cheesy tv, but I predict I'll still be a bit more on edge than usual.

In other news, I'm a smart cookie. I don't like saying that normally, but since I got the Medal in English from Queen's, it's kind of official now. Woot! I'm posting about it here since I keep forgetting about it, and this way people will know through me, instead of through Mum and Dad (who appear to be telling the entire known world about it. )