Usual December Chaos
- Took me almost a week to unpack that new monitor to upgrade from the mismatched mess I was using after one of my monitors unalived in the middle of a swap to the new computer. The large curved monitor means room on mt desk for the printer again. That’s a big deal.
- Now I just have to get used to the concept of split screen, but WOW!
- Started the week finding out I’m going to have to get a back molar removed, and that involves the process of an implant. Explains some weird physical stuff that has been going on since summer. This dental crap always comes up around my birthday. NOT dealing with it may be a mistake, but I don’t want to be recovering during the holidays. The season is stressful enough.
- Hubbin and I had a long talk yesterday, where basically he was trying to get me to talk him out of a trip to see his buddy Lucky over Christmas break. If he wants to do something fun, I say do it. That wasn’t the answer he was after. He needed me to remind him that the reason we aren’t taking off to see his sister in South Carolina is that usually somebody (HIM) comes back sick. I would love to be in Charleston for the whole month of December, but having fun isn’t what I do when visiting in-laws. I do TRY to have fun, but mostly I watch him eat crap his sister (a dietician and killer cook) makes for him. First, his blood sugar goes through the roof, then he turns into an a$$hat. She nicely gives me the side eye if my ways of dealing with the sugar issue (diabetes is a fact in all our lives) don’t agree with USDA and FDA standards. “Food is our love language,” they both tell me. Well, filling yourself with bullshit that makes you fatter and sicker is not love to me. Bigelow Tea Gardens, the park where they filmed “The Patriot” a boat ride to Fort Sumter. That’s love. They get points for making that happen for me. But it always ends with somebody getting sick.
- This morning, Lucky called and said he and Pepper will be here for a week. No need for Hubbin to leave town. But Hubbin now wants me to turn my attempts at cleaning up my personal projects completely upside down for houseguests. I will have to do this knowing full well they will never stay at our house. They will see grandchildren, go to a wedding, and then head north to their house of sky. Hubbin will follow and do WORK up there for his friend. Hubbin has all kinds of ideas about how I should spend my time. Did I mention it took me almost a week to unpack and plug in a new computer monitor?
- In the win column, Hubbin notices his old housewiper looks a little tired. What he doesn’t understand is why I haven’t dropped everything to have a major tooth issue dealt with ASAP. Would I do that tonight when I may have a monthly meeting with my book group? Will I do it tomorrow while I’m wrapping up silly white elephant gifts for the evening office Holiday party? Could I have done it yesterday, before I drove 30 miles through the storm for neurofeedback? BUT he noticed. That shows growth. He tries to be a better version of Hubbin and Fahther since we have come to understand the nature of his life camera.
- And he really wanted me to stay in town at Wu’s tonight. That’s a whole other issue. Our Neurospicy son may not be “thriving” in a place of his own, and we may have to look at moving him home. My internal conflict about this only starts with the fact that the water tank for my coffee maker is eternally empty when Wu is around. That is a symbol of what happens when we become 3 of us instead of 2. My parents’ old place is in transition right now. It needs a few things, including 2 bathroom overhauls that likely won’t start until summer. Everything waits for summer. If I could get myself modestly healthier (things have seemed to be improving since I went to Point Roberts), maybe I should be the one to hole up in town and let the tizm men deal with each other.
- Dressed before noon would be a win today. Just saying.🛏