I’ve got what, two and a half months left of this bullshit? I suck at familying.
I picked a couple of decent days to visit manchild. His Dad was out of town and his Mom was at their other house waiting on deliveries and having new carpet installed during the day. That meant we exchanged no more than 10 words with each other in 48 hours. Today was on off day. FIL is back in down (left early for work this morning) and Harpy was doing her sigh and stare off into space from her recliner routine. She monopolized the coffee maker this morning with her shitty, watered down light roast so I had an energy drink. Caffeine is caffeine. I didn’t bring any ground coffee because I sent the Keurig down with MC and had assumed he found a home for it. Ha, yeah right.
My Mom had an appointment with a new allergist this afternoon near Harpy nest and we had already planned for this to be my pick-up day when she dropped me off on Tuesday. After two nights of sleeping on a rock hard, twin sized mattress and bashing my feet on the footboard when I stretched out, I was looking forward to a night of decent sleep. Or, at least being able to stretch out in bed to keep my legs from cramping up. I was getting my stuff together and apparently Harpy forgot I told her I’d be leaving Thursday afternoon. She was upset with me for leaving because they have things to do at the other house this weekend and she doesn’t want to leave the helpless manchild alone. If it takes three people to look after a 30-something man, that man should see this as a problem to work on. Who looks after me? 98% of the time, I do. I’m the man!
Harpy threw a little tantrum and locked herself up in her bedroom like she does, and I quickly tossed my shit into the back of my Mom’s car. Apparently, I’m supposed to go back down tomorrow evening so they can fuck off for the weekend. I do have a couple of things to do tomorrow. Like dialysis, clean out the lizard tank, laundry, repack all of my stuff into one bag for easier transport, and I dunno…chill the fuck out so I don’t rip someone’s face off.
I got a new phone that gets better signal, massively improved battery life over my old phone, and will hopefully be more reliable. It’s too large for a pocket and way too large for my hands, but you’ll have that when you’ve got tiny mitts. It runs all of the video streaming apps, so I can also use it as yet another way to ignore assholes.
Speaking of distraction, I trimmed the new yarn fluff off of the blanket I’ve been aggressively working on. Rub one out, crochet one out, whatever. It’s difficult to hit people when your hands are tied up.
The color is ‘Glacier Bay tweed’, a greenish-blue color with flecks of red, orange and yellow. I think I’m doing it wrong, but I don’t care. It’s 60 inches wide, and I’ve got about 35 inches of the eventual 72 in length.
Wherever you are, I hope you’re having more fun than I am!