癒し.
I just sat up to get off the hotel bed and completely palmed the half-eaten Reese's cup that was sitting next to me. Like, it stuck to my hand and everything. Aaand I can't stop laughing. Laughing at yourself is kind of a fantastic feeling.
Today, my parents and I brought Grandma to some really pretty botanical gardens because.. eh, it was something to do. Ohhh my god there were so many Bernieceisms, I can't even.
♥ on the drive there, Berniece asked where we were going/if we knew where we were going/if we were lost no less than seven times.
♥ Mom was taking a picture of the two of us, and goes "say 'Slimy Snakes!'" which was her equivalent of "say 'Cheese!'" when I was a kid. Berniece goes "Sammy's what?" as the picture's being taken. Mom and I diiiied.
♥ not a Bernieceism, but my parents and I shared horrible laughter over a little boy sitting on a fountain jet and making fantastic faces as it blasted his bum. "...And that was Billy's first experience with anal pleasure." "I would kill to fastforward 15 or 20 years in the future to see what he ends up like." We are TERRIBLE. At least I know I get my sense of humor from them.
♥ "Where are we?" "Raytown." "We used to live in Raytown, you know!" Then we missed the Sonic entrance and had to loop around again. At the EXACT same intersection not five minutes later, "Where are we?" "Still in Raytown!" Mom, quietly from the front seat: "We used to live in Raytown..." Berniece, "Remember the house back in Raytown?" Weeee lost our shit.
♥ "Look at these hands. Aren't they just awful?" "They're really not, Grandma.. age happens!" "Well.. I don't know, they've never looked quite this bad before." "...well, you've never been quite this old before!" IT WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK TO RESPOND WITH I AM AWFUL but my parents and I then laughed a lot also D:
idk, as I've discussed here and with other people before, Berniece is really difficult to deal with because she is just the most absolutely negative human being I have ever encountered, which is really tough for Mom and me because we're both, like.. diehard optimists. Grandma refuses to see how lucky she is that at almost ninety-five years old, she still has fantastic health (all things considered), a family that loves her and takes incredible care of her, the ability to still live in her own home with two cats, and countless other blessings. She has no appreciation for the people that love and care for her, no concept of how incredibly lucky she is. Fuck, she broke her femur several months ago, at NINETY-FOUR years old, and not only survived but is walking again on the damn thing, without a walker or anything. That is an INCREDIBLE thing, but she's too confounded by the fact that she's not dead yet to appreciate it. I love my grandmother a ton and I know that I can't possibly know what it's like to be as old as she is, but it.. can get frustrating. And I know it's really, really hard on Mom.
I dunno, there's not a lot we can do, you know? Humor her when she asks fifteen different times what grade I'm in ("college, Grandma" "college? Really??"), try and remind her how lucky she is (though she'll never acknowledge it) and be as positive as possible in hopes it'll rub off on her (it doesn't.) My parents and I might kind of be jerks for being as amused as we are at her bouts of memoryfarts, but having a sense of humor about bummer situations is very much a defense mechanism. *shrug*
Aaaanyway. Enough Berniecebabble. I love her, really, a lot. She's a tough old bird, I just wish she'd realize it!
SO TONIGHT I went and hung out with imortlnoctrn who I have not seen in about a million years. Or at least, since before fallingouttimes which are now behind us which I am really glad about. I showed her a bit of Zuka stuff and we shared YouTube videos aaand I teased her batshit cat and it was just.. really nice. I missed her a lot. ♥
As she was driving me back to my hotel, songs I loved by Imogen Heap, The Hush Sound and Regina Spektor playing, I listened to familiar crickets out the window and felt a distinct Kansas City summer feeling. Mom's family's always been here, so I've been coming here at least twice a year my whole life.. so it has a lot of memories tied to it. It's really nice in the summer. The cicadas have a different song during the day, and the crickets at night don't sound like the ones in Jersey. I made a tweet about the nostalgic feeling, and my favorite Japanese dude who follows me taught me a Japanese word for feelings like that: 癒し iyashi. He defined it as comfortable, relaxed and carefree (and told me that Takarasiennes use it a lot. did I mention I love this dude) and I found a couple articles about it: one, two. What a neat word. Just learning it is iyashi~ I like that there's a word for this feeling. ♥
We head back to NJ tomorrow. More city adventures on Tuesday. Heading up to Maine sometime towards the end of the week, hopefully others will join us. ♥ Feel like I had more to write about, but don't remember...
In other news, the Angelic Pretty artist drew me and sugar_and_synth, so that's pretty cool. (for real though if anyone has this or anything similar to this in BIGGER please let me know ;; 3;;)
Goodnight~
Today, my parents and I brought Grandma to some really pretty botanical gardens because.. eh, it was something to do. Ohhh my god there were so many Bernieceisms, I can't even.
♥ on the drive there, Berniece asked where we were going/if we knew where we were going/if we were lost no less than seven times.
♥ Mom was taking a picture of the two of us, and goes "say 'Slimy Snakes!'" which was her equivalent of "say 'Cheese!'" when I was a kid. Berniece goes "Sammy's what?" as the picture's being taken. Mom and I diiiied.
♥ not a Bernieceism, but my parents and I shared horrible laughter over a little boy sitting on a fountain jet and making fantastic faces as it blasted his bum. "...And that was Billy's first experience with anal pleasure." "I would kill to fastforward 15 or 20 years in the future to see what he ends up like." We are TERRIBLE. At least I know I get my sense of humor from them.
♥ "Where are we?" "Raytown." "We used to live in Raytown, you know!" Then we missed the Sonic entrance and had to loop around again. At the EXACT same intersection not five minutes later, "Where are we?" "Still in Raytown!" Mom, quietly from the front seat: "We used to live in Raytown..." Berniece, "Remember the house back in Raytown?" Weeee lost our shit.
♥ "Look at these hands. Aren't they just awful?" "They're really not, Grandma.. age happens!" "Well.. I don't know, they've never looked quite this bad before." "...well, you've never been quite this old before!" IT WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK TO RESPOND WITH I AM AWFUL but my parents and I then laughed a lot also D:
idk, as I've discussed here and with other people before, Berniece is really difficult to deal with because she is just the most absolutely negative human being I have ever encountered, which is really tough for Mom and me because we're both, like.. diehard optimists. Grandma refuses to see how lucky she is that at almost ninety-five years old, she still has fantastic health (all things considered), a family that loves her and takes incredible care of her, the ability to still live in her own home with two cats, and countless other blessings. She has no appreciation for the people that love and care for her, no concept of how incredibly lucky she is. Fuck, she broke her femur several months ago, at NINETY-FOUR years old, and not only survived but is walking again on the damn thing, without a walker or anything. That is an INCREDIBLE thing, but she's too confounded by the fact that she's not dead yet to appreciate it. I love my grandmother a ton and I know that I can't possibly know what it's like to be as old as she is, but it.. can get frustrating. And I know it's really, really hard on Mom.
I dunno, there's not a lot we can do, you know? Humor her when she asks fifteen different times what grade I'm in ("college, Grandma" "college? Really??"), try and remind her how lucky she is (though she'll never acknowledge it) and be as positive as possible in hopes it'll rub off on her (it doesn't.) My parents and I might kind of be jerks for being as amused as we are at her bouts of memoryfarts, but having a sense of humor about bummer situations is very much a defense mechanism. *shrug*
Aaaanyway. Enough Berniecebabble. I love her, really, a lot. She's a tough old bird, I just wish she'd realize it!
SO TONIGHT I went and hung out with imortlnoctrn who I have not seen in about a million years. Or at least, since before fallingouttimes which are now behind us which I am really glad about. I showed her a bit of Zuka stuff and we shared YouTube videos aaand I teased her batshit cat and it was just.. really nice. I missed her a lot. ♥
As she was driving me back to my hotel, songs I loved by Imogen Heap, The Hush Sound and Regina Spektor playing, I listened to familiar crickets out the window and felt a distinct Kansas City summer feeling. Mom's family's always been here, so I've been coming here at least twice a year my whole life.. so it has a lot of memories tied to it. It's really nice in the summer. The cicadas have a different song during the day, and the crickets at night don't sound like the ones in Jersey. I made a tweet about the nostalgic feeling, and my favorite Japanese dude who follows me taught me a Japanese word for feelings like that: 癒し iyashi. He defined it as comfortable, relaxed and carefree (and told me that Takarasiennes use it a lot. did I mention I love this dude) and I found a couple articles about it: one, two. What a neat word. Just learning it is iyashi~ I like that there's a word for this feeling. ♥
We head back to NJ tomorrow. More city adventures on Tuesday. Heading up to Maine sometime towards the end of the week, hopefully others will join us. ♥ Feel like I had more to write about, but don't remember...
In other news, the Angelic Pretty artist drew me and sugar_and_synth, so that's pretty cool. (for real though if anyone has this or anything similar to this in BIGGER please let me know ;; 3;;)
Goodnight~