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I wrote the stuff under the cut on the 25th while I was without internet access. I've only just gotten my act together to post it. I'll have more to say about the last few days later. I simply want to get this dealt with before I forget entirely.
I'm sitting in my sister-in-law's living room as I type this. I won't get to post it for hours, but I have a little time to write. We'll see if it lasts. Usually I crochet at gatherings like this, but my right elbow has tendonitis, so that's out of the question today. I thought I'd try bringing my laptop instead. I'll just avoid working on anything that I'm not willing to talk about.
Last night, my brother visited. He didn't arrive until almost seven. That was partly the roads and partly his schedule. He works nights and normally doesn't get up until after four. He stayed until eleven thirty. I was glad to see him, but I was desperately wishing he'd go by the time he finally went. I wanted to be able to get the last of the Christmas preparations done and to go to bed. My planned preparations included showering and changing our sheets. The latter got done, but the former didn't. For that reason, my hair is currently still wet.
I made meatloaf for dinner. It came out well for once. I have trouble with the balance when I make meatloaf because ground turkey doesn't have a lot of inherent flavor. I tend to add too much or to add things that clash. (I'm still attempting to teach myself to predict how flavors will go together. It would be a more useful skill than judging how well colors match.) This time, I added parmesan cheese, chicken broth, dried onions and a packet of ranch salad dressing mix. I think I'll have to do it again.
My brother is thirty but he seems to be stuck in a philosophical stage that I associate with early college. He has this casually arrogant depressive nihilism. He likes to talk about how nothing at all matters and how everyone's deceiving themselves about absolutely everything and how we'd all be happier if we didn't value anything or believe in anything or think that anything good was possible. He talked about the world being better if we all died by the age of thirty and didn't think or struggle to get things or care about each other or.... Yeah.
I had a little talk with him about how nobody likes philosophical kneecappers any better than they like people with real hammers who come up and start hitting them. He was appalled by how I'd misunderstood him so completely. I'd have more patience for it if he were ten years younger.
He also pissed me off by talking about anti-depressants as unnecessary and evil and entirely the product of people thinking that being happy is natural or normal. He refused to consider anything else. That was what pushed me to talk to him about his attitude. I think that a big part of it is that he doesn't actually want to be an adult, but don't most people grow out of this sort of thing by the time they're twenty-five?
Scott wrapped Cordelia's presents. He took a long time over it. I ended up going to bed before he did. I put together the stockings, and then there wasn't anything left that I could help with.
It was a thin Christmas for me and for Scott, largely because neither of us managed any shopping. Scott got two DVD sets that we mail ordered. I got one DVD set that he mail ordered and one that he stumbled upon at Target. There are several things-- a new bathrobe, a big pillow-- I'd like to get him because he needs them and wants them, but it may be a month or three before I can get anywhere to buy them. There are a few things that I'd like to get for me, but I need to get to Briarwood for those and hope that the store is still there.
I need to order a Christmas present and birthday present for my nephew. He'll turn two in January some time (I need to record that date so I can remember what it is). Fortunately, he's young enough not to notice when gifts are late. I had some ideas. Then I second guessed myself. I need to talk to my sister. That should be possible now that Christmas is over. She works retail and should have saner hours after the New Year.
I do have a large Amazon gift certificate of sorts. Cordelia's school has a scrip fundraiser program, and we ordered a $100 certificate, thinking we'd use it for Christmas shopping. Then Scott forgot about it and ordered before we got it, and we both got sick. We've not used a cent of it yet. I'm thinking that I might use some of it for me. I'm not sure what I'd buy, though. I suppose I could come up with something.
I'm sitting in my sister-in-law's living room as I type this. I won't get to post it for hours, but I have a little time to write. We'll see if it lasts. Usually I crochet at gatherings like this, but my right elbow has tendonitis, so that's out of the question today. I thought I'd try bringing my laptop instead. I'll just avoid working on anything that I'm not willing to talk about.
Last night, my brother visited. He didn't arrive until almost seven. That was partly the roads and partly his schedule. He works nights and normally doesn't get up until after four. He stayed until eleven thirty. I was glad to see him, but I was desperately wishing he'd go by the time he finally went. I wanted to be able to get the last of the Christmas preparations done and to go to bed. My planned preparations included showering and changing our sheets. The latter got done, but the former didn't. For that reason, my hair is currently still wet.
I made meatloaf for dinner. It came out well for once. I have trouble with the balance when I make meatloaf because ground turkey doesn't have a lot of inherent flavor. I tend to add too much or to add things that clash. (I'm still attempting to teach myself to predict how flavors will go together. It would be a more useful skill than judging how well colors match.) This time, I added parmesan cheese, chicken broth, dried onions and a packet of ranch salad dressing mix. I think I'll have to do it again.
My brother is thirty but he seems to be stuck in a philosophical stage that I associate with early college. He has this casually arrogant depressive nihilism. He likes to talk about how nothing at all matters and how everyone's deceiving themselves about absolutely everything and how we'd all be happier if we didn't value anything or believe in anything or think that anything good was possible. He talked about the world being better if we all died by the age of thirty and didn't think or struggle to get things or care about each other or.... Yeah.
I had a little talk with him about how nobody likes philosophical kneecappers any better than they like people with real hammers who come up and start hitting them. He was appalled by how I'd misunderstood him so completely. I'd have more patience for it if he were ten years younger.
He also pissed me off by talking about anti-depressants as unnecessary and evil and entirely the product of people thinking that being happy is natural or normal. He refused to consider anything else. That was what pushed me to talk to him about his attitude. I think that a big part of it is that he doesn't actually want to be an adult, but don't most people grow out of this sort of thing by the time they're twenty-five?
Scott wrapped Cordelia's presents. He took a long time over it. I ended up going to bed before he did. I put together the stockings, and then there wasn't anything left that I could help with.
It was a thin Christmas for me and for Scott, largely because neither of us managed any shopping. Scott got two DVD sets that we mail ordered. I got one DVD set that he mail ordered and one that he stumbled upon at Target. There are several things-- a new bathrobe, a big pillow-- I'd like to get him because he needs them and wants them, but it may be a month or three before I can get anywhere to buy them. There are a few things that I'd like to get for me, but I need to get to Briarwood for those and hope that the store is still there.
I need to order a Christmas present and birthday present for my nephew. He'll turn two in January some time (I need to record that date so I can remember what it is). Fortunately, he's young enough not to notice when gifts are late. I had some ideas. Then I second guessed myself. I need to talk to my sister. That should be possible now that Christmas is over. She works retail and should have saner hours after the New Year.
I do have a large Amazon gift certificate of sorts. Cordelia's school has a scrip fundraiser program, and we ordered a $100 certificate, thinking we'd use it for Christmas shopping. Then Scott forgot about it and ordered before we got it, and we both got sick. We've not used a cent of it yet. I'm thinking that I might use some of it for me. I'm not sure what I'd buy, though. I suppose I could come up with something.