Done With That

Hello Everyone:

An energetic day in the blogosphere. I got through most of s post on why Brutalism should be called "Heroic" architecture. Brutalism has never been one of my favorite period styles, however I can appreciate its place in the continuum of architectural history. It's all good.  Mom and I were chatting this morning about the planned trip to Israel for Passover. Mom isn't to thrilled about going because she's not in great physical shape.  Understandable because she's got some old age-related enfirmities. It would be a lot of walking up and down hills. I get that. What really annoyed me was the subject of where to stay. My sister and her family are renting a small apartment in the über religious section of Jerusalem. Mom has a friend who lives nearby, so she can stay with her. Me, no one has put asked if I would be interested in going. In all fairness, I'm cool to the idea because I barely have any sort of relationship with anyone. That aside, it would've been nice for sis to ask me about it. Even more bothersome is the subject of accommodations. While everyone seems to be taken care of, I seem to left out in the cold. From what I can conclude, if I were join everyone on the trip, I'd have find some cheap, safe, clean place to stay (not likely in any country) motel, feed and entertain myself. Yet, mom was carrying about how the Brit BF would ignore me and force me to fend for myself if I traveled to the UK. I told her that it seemed strange to me that my own family would turn their backs on me while someone that mom wishes I wouldn't associate with because he's the wrong skin color is willing to pay for my ticket, put me up in his home, and give me the insider's tour. Ironic, no?  Now you can begin to understand why I really prefer not to have too much to do with them. They make all these erroneous assumptions about me and wonder why I get upset. You know what, I'm done with them and their assumptions.