Busy couple of weeks. Man, is that the most boring blog post title ever, or what?
It is.
Death in the family (Wife’s uncle, we weren’t close close, but he was an awesome guy and … you know, it didn’t bum me out as much as it “should” because he seemed to have a really good attitude about it, and I had a really interesting dream a few nights after his death that served to make me feel a lot better about it. And that’s all I’m gonna say about it for fear of being mocked by my atheist and no-life-after-death friends. But I’ve had two previously, both very much the same sort of thing, and they’re a lot less mumbo jumbo-y and a lot more sort of “meet and greet” business-like. “Touching base” from beyond the grave. This is me trying to resist the urge to make a “thinking outside of the box” joke, and failing.
So, mother-in-law had a shitty couple of weeks. Lost her brother, then lost her cat—and I was fucking gutted when Fritz died, so I can’t imagine having to deal with the one-two punch. I can, but when I imagine it, it’s in a fetal shape with a bottle of pills in the middle. She came for her first-ever week-long visit (she doesn’t travel much), which went well. Always good to see her, though I think she now believes I’m something like an ogre or troll which lives in a big air conditioned box and only comes out to taxi women to various shopping destinations. Which means she’s got a pretty accurate perception of my life, I guess.
The next week … actually, three days later, after our working weekend, I got sick, stayed that way until the following Saturday, worked the weekend, and then my wife got sick, and here we are. Lot of other boring stuff goes in there. Quarterly taxes. Canopy repair. Uh … I dunno. Imagine me being boring and there you go.
Oh, and the family emphysema count just went up one more. My much-loved brother-in-law. I hope my sister and her eldest son wise the fuck up and stop smoking. That’s what killed Arthur, too, for the record. At least it’s “just” emphysema. Love you, Mike, hope you’re feeling better. There’s some kick ass treatments for it now.
Even further behind in talking to my friends, and I think it’s starting to piss some of them off (I’m not naming names, but their initials are Carrie, Jeff, Joel, Laura, Lauren, Steve (alphabetical, you see) … actually talked to Ken for about ten minutes the other night … oh, Nancy who doesn’t have a computer and won’t know she’s not alphabetical in this list, and I missed a call from Stuart today, and I owe Charlene email. I’m pretty much a fucking mess. Love and apologies to you all. I am interested in your lives, I do absolutely want to hear more from you and catch up and hang out and the rest of, I just have to make the time to do it. Don’t h8.
Typical Friday: I should have been in bed three and a half hours ago, so I’m out.