family reunion
My little brother Jackson (who I’ve taken to calling Lil’ Monster because of his devotion to Lady Gaga) was in town Wednesday through Friday for a long overdue visit.
He’s a lawyer in Washington DC and has to do so much globetrotting for his job that it’s hard for him to get to Upstate New York to see the family (also the family is bat shit crazy, so he probably doesn’t want to come see us but that’s a story for another day).
Jackson really takes charge.
My mother has had a severe cough since September that she’s refused to get properly treated (see bat shit crazy above) and he was able to convince her to go to the hospital for a chest x-ray. We’ll have to see if that shows anything. I’ve been very concerned about mum’s cough, but she won’t listen to me (or our nurse practitioner) and has been handling it herself with the help of an old prescription of Tylenol 3 belonging to my grandmother.
Jackson and I had dinner with Hans, who is my boyfriend at this point. It was really nice, Hans is quite the cook. He made falafel pitas with tahini garlic dressing and spinach triangles and olives on the side. I sort of like that he went to so much effort for my brother’s visit. My last boyfriend would have claimed that I was stressing him out and endangering his sobriety by trying to make him deal with my family.
Hans and Jackson got a long very well, although he’s very curious about what goes on in Washington DC, Hans managed to keep conspiracy theory weirdness to a minimum. Overall I felt really good about that whole evening and about Jackson’s visit. This was the first time I’d seen him since I was living in Chicago and I’ve been back in Upstate New York for over a year.
He’s a lawyer in Washington DC and has to do so much globetrotting for his job that it’s hard for him to get to Upstate New York to see the family (also the family is bat shit crazy, so he probably doesn’t want to come see us but that’s a story for another day).
Jackson really takes charge.
My mother has had a severe cough since September that she’s refused to get properly treated (see bat shit crazy above) and he was able to convince her to go to the hospital for a chest x-ray. We’ll have to see if that shows anything. I’ve been very concerned about mum’s cough, but she won’t listen to me (or our nurse practitioner) and has been handling it herself with the help of an old prescription of Tylenol 3 belonging to my grandmother.
Jackson and I had dinner with Hans, who is my boyfriend at this point. It was really nice, Hans is quite the cook. He made falafel pitas with tahini garlic dressing and spinach triangles and olives on the side. I sort of like that he went to so much effort for my brother’s visit. My last boyfriend would have claimed that I was stressing him out and endangering his sobriety by trying to make him deal with my family.
Hans and Jackson got a long very well, although he’s very curious about what goes on in Washington DC, Hans managed to keep conspiracy theory weirdness to a minimum. Overall I felt really good about that whole evening and about Jackson’s visit. This was the first time I’d seen him since I was living in Chicago and I’ve been back in Upstate New York for over a year.