I’m resting now, taking a break, trying to have a kickback weekend until I go on call. My dear, dear friend (Di) from college (NE) just came out to spend a week with me, my husband, and friends. It was great, a fantastic event, whew….

I didn’t think it was possible to do so much in so little time. Now I’m doing my best at trying to get my bearings about me. And by the way, for the first time in my life, I have been called “whitey”. By a cornhusker no less. For the first time in my life, I am paler. Now this girl, this friend of mine, is intelligent, witty, funny, beautiful, but usually a little more on the fair side , maybe even a little whitish, but never tan. Not like me. I am the girl with the Asian mother, frequently questioned about where I’m from. Hawaii, Mexico, Phillipines, no, not this time though. She got off the plane (from NE, mind you), and I there she stood. I saw her, looking for her luggage at the baggage claim. She looked Great! Radiant, healthy, and TAN. I was in shock, disbelief. I felt confused, a little light-headed. I was standing there smiling, thinking, wondering, what happened? Wow? What do I do? Did I miss something here? Have I done something wrong? Can I fix this? So needless to say, I spent the majority of the week either on the Beach, or by the pool, trying to get darker than her…
I used Coppertone 45, 30, no-ad sunscreen, austalian gold, tanning oil. We would walk on the beach in the am. Lounge by the pool, go sightseeing at the little sea side shops. There was no rain on our trip! All that work, all that effort…
So that by the time she left, I have been dubbed “whitey.”