"But I'd Trade Alla My To-morrows For One Single Yesterday..."
Fun fact: Sunstroke doesn't feel really good.
So while I was bicycling around getting sunstroke, I made up an example of Sagramore's relationship with his mother. It actually started out as an explanation of why Sagramore only wears his mother's colours (because the people he's usually willing to carry colours for are either married or male or both; and even though he sleeps around a lot he's fairly discreet, and doesn't like to announce who he's sleeping around with), but.
Sagramore and his mother did not really get along, ever, while they were living in the same household, but once he moved out he got a lot more relaxed about her generally, and she got a lot less likely to go AHH YOU ARE GOING TO DISGRACE THE FAMILY NAME, so tensions declined on both sides, and then they would have actual conversations.
And I imagine Sagramore every now and then would write his mother a postcard, and say, "Hi, Ma, just wanted to let you know that I did some swordfighting the other day and pwned, and now there are some dorky boys wearing the same colours I do, namely yours."
And his mother would write back and say, "Oh, son, that's so sweet! How nice of you to honour me, even though I am old and decrepit and ugly and it is highly questionable whether anyone would ever love me again if your stepfather died, unless they were blind."
And Sagramore would write back and say dutifully, "Ma, you know the sun rises every day just so he can look at you."
And his mother would write back and say, "Oh, son, that's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me except your father and your stepfather on our respective wedding nights!"
And Sagramore would write back and say, "THANKS, MA, I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW."
And his mother would write back and say, "Look, son, do you think you just spontaneously achieve sexiness? It is a gene, sweetheart. And it didn't come from your dad."
And Sagramore would write back and say, "THANK YOU MA. THAT IS ENOUGH."
And his mother would write back and say, "Honestly, you always were a whiny ungrateful boy who didn't know how to take a compliment and flailed around a lot and irritated me. Thank goodness you're over there."
And Sagramore would write back and say, "I love hate love you too, Ma."
It totally would happen exactly like that. And that is why he really says he doesn't like her; but he knows that she was a pretty sharp old lady and is still extremely grateful to her for kicking him off the throne when he was making a mess of things, and also he loved Britain, so overall he's okay with her. Especially when she's living in another country.
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In other news, my one aunt sent me a card. Allow me to reproduce the text in its entirety.
"Dear Soujin, have a great day!! We really didn't celebrate your birthday much!! Love, A. Betsy. PS Thanks so much for the dog medallion*"
*the dog medallion was a little st. francis medal I gave her on monday for her new puppy.
I am hugely amused by this. "WE DIDN'T REALLY CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY MUCH!!" No, they didn't. XD By 'much' she means 'at all'.
Whereas the card Will sent me says, in its entirety, "Hey. How you doin. I hear that your birthday is coming up. 18 years old. And graduation. Lucky. Sorry I can't be there. Oh well. Download me some porn. Your loving cousin, William [lastname]"
Equally amused!
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PSA: Sunstroke also makes your stomach hurt. Now I am going to go wash dishes and fix the dishwasher, and then go back to writing letters. and then maybe READ FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WEEK ARGH.
So while I was bicycling around getting sunstroke, I made up an example of Sagramore's relationship with his mother. It actually started out as an explanation of why Sagramore only wears his mother's colours (because the people he's usually willing to carry colours for are either married or male or both; and even though he sleeps around a lot he's fairly discreet, and doesn't like to announce who he's sleeping around with), but.
Sagramore and his mother did not really get along, ever, while they were living in the same household, but once he moved out he got a lot more relaxed about her generally, and she got a lot less likely to go AHH YOU ARE GOING TO DISGRACE THE FAMILY NAME, so tensions declined on both sides, and then they would have actual conversations.
And I imagine Sagramore every now and then would write his mother a postcard, and say, "Hi, Ma, just wanted to let you know that I did some swordfighting the other day and pwned, and now there are some dorky boys wearing the same colours I do, namely yours."
And his mother would write back and say, "Oh, son, that's so sweet! How nice of you to honour me, even though I am old and decrepit and ugly and it is highly questionable whether anyone would ever love me again if your stepfather died, unless they were blind."
And Sagramore would write back and say dutifully, "Ma, you know the sun rises every day just so he can look at you."
And his mother would write back and say, "Oh, son, that's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me except your father and your stepfather on our respective wedding nights!"
And Sagramore would write back and say, "THANKS, MA, I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW."
And his mother would write back and say, "Look, son, do you think you just spontaneously achieve sexiness? It is a gene, sweetheart. And it didn't come from your dad."
And Sagramore would write back and say, "THANK YOU MA. THAT IS ENOUGH."
And his mother would write back and say, "Honestly, you always were a whiny ungrateful boy who didn't know how to take a compliment and flailed around a lot and irritated me. Thank goodness you're over there."
And Sagramore would write back and say, "I love hate love you too, Ma."
It totally would happen exactly like that. And that is why he really says he doesn't like her; but he knows that she was a pretty sharp old lady and is still extremely grateful to her for kicking him off the throne when he was making a mess of things, and also he loved Britain, so overall he's okay with her. Especially when she's living in another country.
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In other news, my one aunt sent me a card. Allow me to reproduce the text in its entirety.
"Dear Soujin, have a great day!! We really didn't celebrate your birthday much!! Love, A. Betsy. PS Thanks so much for the dog medallion*"
*the dog medallion was a little st. francis medal I gave her on monday for her new puppy.
I am hugely amused by this. "WE DIDN'T REALLY CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY MUCH!!" No, they didn't. XD By 'much' she means 'at all'.
Whereas the card Will sent me says, in its entirety, "Hey. How you doin. I hear that your birthday is coming up. 18 years old. And graduation. Lucky. Sorry I can't be there. Oh well. Download me some porn. Your loving cousin, William [lastname]"
Equally amused!
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PSA: Sunstroke also makes your stomach hurt. Now I am going to go wash dishes and fix the dishwasher, and then go back to writing letters. and then maybe READ FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WEEK ARGH.