Four days, no post. That's right: I has a sad. Bad things have been happening to friends of mine, bad things I don't understand. In one case I can make myself and, I hope, her feel better by helping her with housework. In the other case? I can't do a damn thing.
This past Sunday Good Sister said that Evil Sister wanted to talk to her for the first time in about four years. (Good Sister was in Florida visiting Mom and getting financial paperwork in order as executor of Mom's will. Mom's recent heart scare has made this more urgent.) Evil Sister cut her off after a disagreement involving the kids. I don't remember the details that well, but I doubt they ever merited that kind of treatment. Good Sister and I view this development with... interest. I'll be calling her later.
On a related note, my son got a prank call a few days ago saying something like, "Don't ever come near my family again!" My first thought? That Evil Sister had finally, well, and truly lost her marbles. I started grilling the Wendling about it, especially the phone number it came from, over the phone from work, and he started doing his teen Aspie thing whereby he didn't want to share the details. I yelled at him to tell me the area code.* He eventually revealed that it was from a local number. Whew.
I feel a need for happy thotz:
*I've been told by two or three people now that my parental voice is hilariously parental. I'm not consciously doing it. I'm so unconscious of it that I don't even hear it.
This past Sunday Good Sister said that Evil Sister wanted to talk to her for the first time in about four years. (Good Sister was in Florida visiting Mom and getting financial paperwork in order as executor of Mom's will. Mom's recent heart scare has made this more urgent.) Evil Sister cut her off after a disagreement involving the kids. I don't remember the details that well, but I doubt they ever merited that kind of treatment. Good Sister and I view this development with... interest. I'll be calling her later.
On a related note, my son got a prank call a few days ago saying something like, "Don't ever come near my family again!" My first thought? That Evil Sister had finally, well, and truly lost her marbles. I started grilling the Wendling about it, especially the phone number it came from, over the phone from work, and he started doing his teen Aspie thing whereby he didn't want to share the details. I yelled at him to tell me the area code.* He eventually revealed that it was from a local number. Whew.
I feel a need for happy thotz:
- Brunch date with K on Saturday.
- A certain wyvern is coming on the 8th.
- Work's actually going pretty well.
- In just under twenty-four (24) days, I'm getting into a Prius full of gear hand heading for Black Rock City, baybee.
*I've been told by two or three people now that my parental voice is hilariously parental. I'm not consciously doing it. I'm so unconscious of it that I don't even hear it.
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Date: 2013-08-01 02:45 pm (UTC)From: