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My parents and I have this thing, now, where we get together for dinner on Sundays, sometimes. At their place, we have chicken caesar salad, which is one of the few things that my mother can be bothered to prepare, not that I blame her. I am worried that as the weather improves there will be a return to my father ruining steaks on the grill.
Tonight was the inaugural dinner at my place, since I now have a couch, and my father hadn't been over since December. Chinese takeout. Happy Mothers Day.
I gave my mother a corgi puppet, despite the fact that it looks like a fluffy Cardigan rather than the proper Pembrokes that we've always had, because corgi things are what you get my mother for birthdays and holidays. After dinner, we had some family togetherness in the form of wrestling an armoire up half a flight of stairs to the dining room, after which my mother and I agreed that we were about full up on family togetherness for the week.
I listened to Stark Sands's cover of Heartbeats I-do-not-know-how-many times yesterday, before forcing myself to turn it off and making a concerted effort today to not listen to it. If I slip, I may need an intervention, and I am not even being cute when I say that.
In possibly-related news, I think I have a date next weekend. I have discovered that I am really bad at online dating. My procrastination, combined with a sort of vague social anxiety, quickly becomes a powerful force in the service of not-responding-to-messages. Even messages from people who I am in mid-conversation with. Awkward.
Tonight was the inaugural dinner at my place, since I now have a couch, and my father hadn't been over since December. Chinese takeout. Happy Mothers Day.
I gave my mother a corgi puppet, despite the fact that it looks like a fluffy Cardigan rather than the proper Pembrokes that we've always had, because corgi things are what you get my mother for birthdays and holidays. After dinner, we had some family togetherness in the form of wrestling an armoire up half a flight of stairs to the dining room, after which my mother and I agreed that we were about full up on family togetherness for the week.
I listened to Stark Sands's cover of Heartbeats I-do-not-know-how-many times yesterday, before forcing myself to turn it off and making a concerted effort today to not listen to it. If I slip, I may need an intervention, and I am not even being cute when I say that.
In possibly-related news, I think I have a date next weekend. I have discovered that I am really bad at online dating. My procrastination, combined with a sort of vague social anxiety, quickly becomes a powerful force in the service of not-responding-to-messages. Even messages from people who I am in mid-conversation with. Awkward.
