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senoritafish(I was just about to press post, when the power went out.)
This morning...
Eating Raisin Bran and cursing myself because I can never seem to finish a post the day I start it.
Yesterday...
Spent a good part of it trying to clear out the hard drive on my PC. I think it might be time to format it. Somehow I've managed to completely fill up 12 GB. I know a good part of it is photos and things I've scanned, but it's just trying to find where I put them. I'm even more of a pack rat with my computer.
That afternoon my dad and I went over to the storage unit where my grandmother's furniture and things are stored. After paying on it for two years or more, he was just going to not pay the bill and let the place sell it, but I insisted, if nobody wanted it, to at least call an estate sales place. I would rather garage sale it, but John will have none of that. He's afraid if it comes back here, it will wind up staying here and we have way too much family build-up anyway. So we dug through a bunch of boxes in an effort to find her vase collection, which I'd like to keep. God, that place is depressing - the more so, because it reminds of all my stuff that got sold over there. Deep breath... ok, it's just stuff.
Saturday...
Not much. Played outside with the kids, took a few pictures of fall leaves. Convinced John that Gareth and Angus weren't deliberately avoiding him last night, they were just being kids who couldn't sit still. Angus hadn't even been there when I'd said what I'd said. He admitted it might have been because there was a speaker right on the back of the couch (surround sound, y'know), and Gareth found it too loud. We apologized to each other again. Feeling a little down all day, anyway. My mom would have been 65 today.
Angus requested drawing paper and started drawing what he called "Friends for Life." They made me laugh, they are so crazy looking. I will have post some later. Unfortunately, he also drew one on the leather couch and two of our folding tables.
Friday...
Docks this morning. I congratulated both Vince and Sammy at Tomich because I noticed they had both lost a lot of weight. They told me they had been on the Atkins Diet for about 3 months and had lost 35-40 lbs. each. (Soon the whole world will be on that diet!) I hope didn't cross some sort of boundary I was unaware of with Sammy. V. has always said he's a little more intrusive of her personal space than she's really comfortable with, not that he's aware of it. The occasional pat on the shoulder and such. Anyway, he got on the big weighing platform where they normally weigh pallets of fish, and asked me to look at the scale readout for him, since he couldn't see it from where he was
standing. I told him, "196," and he was very pleased with himself. Later, when I replied to something he said, I called him "Sammy," and he replied, "Oh, we're friends, now!" with a grin. I was a little puzzled, thinking, "Haven't I called him that before? Doesn't everyone call him that?"
Then a bit later he told me I had "made his day." I don't know if was the reading the scale or what, but I mentioned, "Yeah, I know I need to lose some too." He responded, "Nah, I like your figure." Later, when I said I had to leave because I was off in half an hour, he squeezed my shoulder, and "Hey, you got to stay and give a little extra for the team!"
I'm sure he means it harmlessly enough. Ironically, earlier, he, Vince and I had been having a discussion about how when men and women work together, it can get a little tricky, signals getting crossed and such; women working in fire crews, what's expected in jobs where physical labor is concerned, certain kinds of joking around that can be ok or not depending on who it comes from.
Later, when I got home, my father told me Doug had called and invited us up to his house to watch Disney DVDs. John complained that it was short notice, and anytime we suggest something it has to be planned at least several weeks in advance. I informed him that I had talked to Doug a few weeks before about doing that, but the original weekend had been cancelled, and I had told John about possibly getting together the first time Doug had called. John then accused me of yelling at him, which I didn't think I was doing, and then it degenerated into a fight.
I guess I'm just going to have to resign myself to the fact that when he's on a lot of allergy/asthma medication, I am somehow going to wind up in tears. I swore last time I would not react to it, but I can't seem to help it.
He reacted using the F-word, and although he doesn't regard it as swearing, to me it feels like a slap. He claimed since he was using it as an adjective and not a verb, it didn't count. He said something else about sure we can go up there and I'll babysit the kids while you visit with your bro (implying "I NEVER get any time off!") and I unwisely said something to Gareth, which I shouldn't have, about my relatives not seeming to count. Of course it got worse from there. I won't bore you with more details.
In any case, we were still going to go. John went to pick Angus up from school, and then to run an errand. I gave the kids a bath and tried to calm myself down. Afterwards I was trying to find something clean for Angus to wear. He was behind me on the bunked ladder. I had told him to stop fooling around on it, but he was trying to come down facing outward (I think), slipped, and fell off, striking his head behind his ear on the foot board of bottom bed. He had a cut behind his ear, and after checking his eyes and asking if he felt dizzy or sick, I cleaned it up. It didn't seem to be bleeding much, so I thought it was ok. However, when John got back he insisted I take him to the doctor. It turned out that his skin had split open, and required a stitch or possibly glue. I felt even worse. The nurse said not to worry, she does the same thing. Blood doesn't gross us out, so we're less likely to run to the doctor if we see it. The doctor decided to use Dermabond instead of a stitch, as it was in place that doesn't stretch over a joint, and will scar less. She also told me that even had I not brought him in, he would've only had a small scar, that his hair would've covered anyway. The main thing was to watch and make sure he didn't have a concussion.
So we headed up to Doug's. Doug gave me an Allegra because I was sniffly (I didn't tell him I'd been crying). We started out watching the new Lion King DVD and eating pizza. It turned out that although the kids were interested in the beginning, it was just too long for their gnat-like attention spans, as well as "Wow, Uncle Doug's house, lot's of neat things to try and touch when we know we shouldn't!" John wound up begging an Allegra as well, and crashed Doug's bed until we left (two unfamiliar cats and a dog). The rest of us wound up carving pumpkins (with patterns) and toasting pumpkin seeds. They won't last till Halloween, but Doug said he'd just make more. Doug was not satisfied with his Haunted House, but my Howling Wolf, a much simpler pattern, turned out pretty well.
Doug is about to go on a cruise with Randy, his on again, off again. I was surprised because last I heard they were fighting and Randy wasn't going to go. I guess now it's back on again. Randy dropped by later for the last piece of pizza. Doug's friend Woolsey was also visiting. Woolsey sort of seems to be Doug's shadow - he seems to have very little life of his own and lives vicariously through Doug, but we love him anyway. He has all kinds of nieces and nephews, and gets along well with the kids.
By this time, it was pretty late, and we were just about wiped out. I was figuring on driving home, but John roused and insisted. He seemed angry again, and said "No one would sit by me, and it's because of what you said!" I told him I had already told Gareth I shouldn't have said what I did, and that Daddy was not a ogre (which he didn't think anyway).
...and how was your weekend?
This morning...
Eating Raisin Bran and cursing myself because I can never seem to finish a post the day I start it.
Yesterday...
Spent a good part of it trying to clear out the hard drive on my PC. I think it might be time to format it. Somehow I've managed to completely fill up 12 GB. I know a good part of it is photos and things I've scanned, but it's just trying to find where I put them. I'm even more of a pack rat with my computer.
That afternoon my dad and I went over to the storage unit where my grandmother's furniture and things are stored. After paying on it for two years or more, he was just going to not pay the bill and let the place sell it, but I insisted, if nobody wanted it, to at least call an estate sales place. I would rather garage sale it, but John will have none of that. He's afraid if it comes back here, it will wind up staying here and we have way too much family build-up anyway. So we dug through a bunch of boxes in an effort to find her vase collection, which I'd like to keep. God, that place is depressing - the more so, because it reminds of all my stuff that got sold over there. Deep breath... ok, it's just stuff.
Saturday...
Not much. Played outside with the kids, took a few pictures of fall leaves. Convinced John that Gareth and Angus weren't deliberately avoiding him last night, they were just being kids who couldn't sit still. Angus hadn't even been there when I'd said what I'd said. He admitted it might have been because there was a speaker right on the back of the couch (surround sound, y'know), and Gareth found it too loud. We apologized to each other again. Feeling a little down all day, anyway. My mom would have been 65 today.
Angus requested drawing paper and started drawing what he called "Friends for Life." They made me laugh, they are so crazy looking. I will have post some later. Unfortunately, he also drew one on the leather couch and two of our folding tables.
Friday...
Docks this morning. I congratulated both Vince and Sammy at Tomich because I noticed they had both lost a lot of weight. They told me they had been on the Atkins Diet for about 3 months and had lost 35-40 lbs. each. (Soon the whole world will be on that diet!) I hope didn't cross some sort of boundary I was unaware of with Sammy. V. has always said he's a little more intrusive of her personal space than she's really comfortable with, not that he's aware of it. The occasional pat on the shoulder and such. Anyway, he got on the big weighing platform where they normally weigh pallets of fish, and asked me to look at the scale readout for him, since he couldn't see it from where he was
standing. I told him, "196," and he was very pleased with himself. Later, when I replied to something he said, I called him "Sammy," and he replied, "Oh, we're friends, now!" with a grin. I was a little puzzled, thinking, "Haven't I called him that before? Doesn't everyone call him that?"
Then a bit later he told me I had "made his day." I don't know if was the reading the scale or what, but I mentioned, "Yeah, I know I need to lose some too." He responded, "Nah, I like your figure." Later, when I said I had to leave because I was off in half an hour, he squeezed my shoulder, and "Hey, you got to stay and give a little extra for the team!"
I'm sure he means it harmlessly enough. Ironically, earlier, he, Vince and I had been having a discussion about how when men and women work together, it can get a little tricky, signals getting crossed and such; women working in fire crews, what's expected in jobs where physical labor is concerned, certain kinds of joking around that can be ok or not depending on who it comes from.
Later, when I got home, my father told me Doug had called and invited us up to his house to watch Disney DVDs. John complained that it was short notice, and anytime we suggest something it has to be planned at least several weeks in advance. I informed him that I had talked to Doug a few weeks before about doing that, but the original weekend had been cancelled, and I had told John about possibly getting together the first time Doug had called. John then accused me of yelling at him, which I didn't think I was doing, and then it degenerated into a fight.
I guess I'm just going to have to resign myself to the fact that when he's on a lot of allergy/asthma medication, I am somehow going to wind up in tears. I swore last time I would not react to it, but I can't seem to help it.
He reacted using the F-word, and although he doesn't regard it as swearing, to me it feels like a slap. He claimed since he was using it as an adjective and not a verb, it didn't count. He said something else about sure we can go up there and I'll babysit the kids while you visit with your bro (implying "I NEVER get any time off!") and I unwisely said something to Gareth, which I shouldn't have, about my relatives not seeming to count. Of course it got worse from there. I won't bore you with more details.
In any case, we were still going to go. John went to pick Angus up from school, and then to run an errand. I gave the kids a bath and tried to calm myself down. Afterwards I was trying to find something clean for Angus to wear. He was behind me on the bunked ladder. I had told him to stop fooling around on it, but he was trying to come down facing outward (I think), slipped, and fell off, striking his head behind his ear on the foot board of bottom bed. He had a cut behind his ear, and after checking his eyes and asking if he felt dizzy or sick, I cleaned it up. It didn't seem to be bleeding much, so I thought it was ok. However, when John got back he insisted I take him to the doctor. It turned out that his skin had split open, and required a stitch or possibly glue. I felt even worse. The nurse said not to worry, she does the same thing. Blood doesn't gross us out, so we're less likely to run to the doctor if we see it. The doctor decided to use Dermabond instead of a stitch, as it was in place that doesn't stretch over a joint, and will scar less. She also told me that even had I not brought him in, he would've only had a small scar, that his hair would've covered anyway. The main thing was to watch and make sure he didn't have a concussion.
So we headed up to Doug's. Doug gave me an Allegra because I was sniffly (I didn't tell him I'd been crying). We started out watching the new Lion King DVD and eating pizza. It turned out that although the kids were interested in the beginning, it was just too long for their gnat-like attention spans, as well as "Wow, Uncle Doug's house, lot's of neat things to try and touch when we know we shouldn't!" John wound up begging an Allegra as well, and crashed Doug's bed until we left (two unfamiliar cats and a dog). The rest of us wound up carving pumpkins (with patterns) and toasting pumpkin seeds. They won't last till Halloween, but Doug said he'd just make more. Doug was not satisfied with his Haunted House, but my Howling Wolf, a much simpler pattern, turned out pretty well.
Doug is about to go on a cruise with Randy, his on again, off again. I was surprised because last I heard they were fighting and Randy wasn't going to go. I guess now it's back on again. Randy dropped by later for the last piece of pizza. Doug's friend Woolsey was also visiting. Woolsey sort of seems to be Doug's shadow - he seems to have very little life of his own and lives vicariously through Doug, but we love him anyway. He has all kinds of nieces and nephews, and gets along well with the kids.
By this time, it was pretty late, and we were just about wiped out. I was figuring on driving home, but John roused and insisted. He seemed angry again, and said "No one would sit by me, and it's because of what you said!" I told him I had already told Gareth I shouldn't have said what I did, and that Daddy was not a ogre (which he didn't think anyway).
...and how was your weekend?
