I'm still alive; here is a to-do list.
In the update-on-life category, briefly: I am sick with a terrible cold which is making me very very sad and whiny. I got laid off from my job at the restaurant which sucks somewhat, mainly because it was for an incredibly lame family-that-owns-the-place-related reason and had nothing to do with me (I don't really miss the job, but I do really
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My parents. Oh, my parents. Well. Let's see. This past summer for the first time ever, Deb and I went on a trip to my hometown (for a reunion concert with the choir I used to sing with there), and we went out for dinner with my family-of-origin, and no one died. (*shock*) It was tremendously awkward, but surprisingly enough my mother did not spontaneously combust. (The food at the place my dad picked was epically terrible, though. I'd've been okay if that had spontaneously combusted.)
Later in the summer, we went to the folk festival. (This was not Deb's first Summerfolk; last year was. But last year was a shitshow in so many ways, including the my-parents way but actually surpassed by the horrible-weather way, among other things. In hindsight, it might have been hilarious: four adults and a very small baby, tent-camping in absolutely torrential rain for three days. Isaac was the only one who had any fun at all.) The folk festival this year was... nice! My parents were not what you might call hospitable and welcoming, but we stay at a different campground than they do, so whatever. It's a big enough event that people who don't like other people don't have to interact with those other people if they don't want to. Deb basically avoided my parents altogether, and I actually had a fairly nice, short visit with them while we were down.
Fast-forward to the last time I talked to my mother on the phone, and she actually ended the call with "say hello to Deb". (I know... ????) And last week I got the annual Thanksgiving card in the mail, and for the first time ever it had Deb's name on it, too.
So that's where we are. After more than five years... it's about fucking time progress?
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