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Changing the subject.
May. 9th, 2004 10:51 pmToday was very long and extremely social. Almost everyone was at my grandfather's house--even Brad, who hasn't been there since Christmas. Everyone was a little testy, though, and so tensions were high. It's actually like that most of the time when everyone is there, though, so it's not all that surprising--it's just been so long since we were all there that I guess I forgot just how it was.
My mom was giving me a hard time about moving, of course, and then my cousin Shannan brought up the subject of living wills. She was of the opinion that we should all have one so that if something happened, our wishes would be known. My mother was of the opinion that it was a common sense matter that can't be determined in advance. It got a little tense with respect to theoretical situations involving family members and whether or not we would want to keep the life support going. My cousin Rae and I were sitting at the end of the snack bar together, and we started trying to change the subject. We tried talking about the weather, but that didn't take, so Rae took another tactic.
"So, when are you going to have us some babies?" she asked with an evil grin. You might remember that this is a very sore subject, because they've been nagging us about babies for a year or two.. Now, in particular, they're worried about us moving away and then finally having children that they won't get to see all that often. It was not the absolute best thing she could have said, which of course was why she asked.
"So, what's this I hear about you living in sin?" I answer. (Her boyfriend recently moved in with her--and my family is very conservative about such things.)
It was just that kind of day.
Anyway. I think I came off in my last post as being a little more freaked out than I actually am. You guys are so terrific and supportive. I'll be fine--just will be doing better when we have a place lined up to live and I can feel a little more settled. I can picture working there--I'm just having a hard time picturing living there, so my mind is having trouble with that a little. M made me feel a little better last night when he sat me down and pointed out that in the worst case scenario, we hang around here all week eating ice cream and doing nothing, and then on Sunday night, we pack enough clothes for the next day and drive down to Frankfort, get a motel with a pool and spend the night. If you put it that way, it makes worrying over finding a place to live sound a little excessive. But you know me--I'm a worrier. :) If I wasn't worrying about something, I would probably be worrying over why I wasn't worrying. Although I must say that I'm much better about that than I used to be. Much better.
Anyway, suppose I should go get my ducks in a row so we can leave fairly early. Hopefully M will be feeling better tomorrow, or I might have to beat up on him a little. I don't know how that will make him feel better, but I'm willing to give it a shot. I'm in a violent mood today, though. Shannan read an ad in the paper about a three-wheeled bicycle. "Like a.. tricycle?" I asked, which prompted a long discussion on why they said "three-wheeled bicycle" in the ad and whether or not it was a valid thing to say, until finally I suggested that we go find whoever wrote such a stupid thing and beat the crap out of them. They looked a little afraid of me at that point, but it pretty much killed off the conversation. Oh, hey, look.. it did it again.
My mom was giving me a hard time about moving, of course, and then my cousin Shannan brought up the subject of living wills. She was of the opinion that we should all have one so that if something happened, our wishes would be known. My mother was of the opinion that it was a common sense matter that can't be determined in advance. It got a little tense with respect to theoretical situations involving family members and whether or not we would want to keep the life support going. My cousin Rae and I were sitting at the end of the snack bar together, and we started trying to change the subject. We tried talking about the weather, but that didn't take, so Rae took another tactic.
"So, when are you going to have us some babies?" she asked with an evil grin. You might remember that this is a very sore subject, because they've been nagging us about babies for a year or two.. Now, in particular, they're worried about us moving away and then finally having children that they won't get to see all that often. It was not the absolute best thing she could have said, which of course was why she asked.
"So, what's this I hear about you living in sin?" I answer. (Her boyfriend recently moved in with her--and my family is very conservative about such things.)
It was just that kind of day.
Anyway. I think I came off in my last post as being a little more freaked out than I actually am. You guys are so terrific and supportive. I'll be fine--just will be doing better when we have a place lined up to live and I can feel a little more settled. I can picture working there--I'm just having a hard time picturing living there, so my mind is having trouble with that a little. M made me feel a little better last night when he sat me down and pointed out that in the worst case scenario, we hang around here all week eating ice cream and doing nothing, and then on Sunday night, we pack enough clothes for the next day and drive down to Frankfort, get a motel with a pool and spend the night. If you put it that way, it makes worrying over finding a place to live sound a little excessive. But you know me--I'm a worrier. :) If I wasn't worrying about something, I would probably be worrying over why I wasn't worrying. Although I must say that I'm much better about that than I used to be. Much better.
Anyway, suppose I should go get my ducks in a row so we can leave fairly early. Hopefully M will be feeling better tomorrow, or I might have to beat up on him a little. I don't know how that will make him feel better, but I'm willing to give it a shot. I'm in a violent mood today, though. Shannan read an ad in the paper about a three-wheeled bicycle. "Like a.. tricycle?" I asked, which prompted a long discussion on why they said "three-wheeled bicycle" in the ad and whether or not it was a valid thing to say, until finally I suggested that we go find whoever wrote such a stupid thing and beat the crap out of them. They looked a little afraid of me at that point, but it pretty much killed off the conversation. Oh, hey, look.. it did it again.
