Quick changes.
I haven't had much to say as of late, so I guess this is a huge catch up of the various things from the last week.
Mike got into the rad tech program he wanted, and he's going back to school this fall. The school doesn't cost very much so he's going to stop working at the beginning of August. He hasn't given his notice yet since the school hasn't cashed our hold-Mike's-place check, guaranteeing him enrollment in the fall.
My a/c is fixed, just in time for a cold snap. I just finished putting all of my sweaters neatly away in my dresser when it hit, and I'm determined not to wear them until the fall. I finally just got everything neat and tidy, for once. Usually my dresser drawers look like clearance bins, with everything crammed into them every which way.
And Mike and I visited my nearly 17 year old cousin Jimmy last Friday. His mom had, err, shirked my sister Karen and I (and that's the most polite way I could put it) and I hadn't felt compelled to see her since my dad's estate closed. Unfortunately, this meant that I couldn't see my godfather who I adore (her husband) or Jimmy, who's just awesome--smart, funny, intelligent, athletic, the list goes on and on.
Jimmy was diagnosed with leukemia just before Memorial Day weekend, and he asked his mom to get in touch with Karen and I practically the same day. When I got the email the Tuesday after the long weekend, it was like none of the other bullshit mattered. Jimmy was sick and he needs the support of his family, regardless of who did what to who. My aunt agreed as much, and the hatchet between her and I, it is somewhat buried. That's not to say that I've totally forgiven her for what she did to us, but I'm not as angry about it. I can get past being pissed about it. But that didn't stop me from feeling a little pleased that she mentioned that my parents' crystal stemware was still in her china cabinet, and that she saw it everyday (she was storing it for me until I could). I suppose it was her "tell-tale heart" always reminded her of how she shirked my sister and I, and indirectly, my parents, and they were great friends.
The great news is that Jimmy is doing FANTABULOUSLY. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and he's so grown up now. He's already in remission after several high-does chemo sessions and he looks great. He's in good spirits and although he's lost a lot of weight (20 pounds), he's eating like a horse and he'll be back to his before weight soon enough. What really upsets him is not being able to play basketball for awhile. Like I said before, he's an amazing athlete but he's literally on the sidelines until November at best. But he said that his friends are always coming over and hanging out with him, and things are looking good.
Oh and Karen, he LOVED the cookies. He sends his thanks!
Mike got into the rad tech program he wanted, and he's going back to school this fall. The school doesn't cost very much so he's going to stop working at the beginning of August. He hasn't given his notice yet since the school hasn't cashed our hold-Mike's-place check, guaranteeing him enrollment in the fall.
My a/c is fixed, just in time for a cold snap. I just finished putting all of my sweaters neatly away in my dresser when it hit, and I'm determined not to wear them until the fall. I finally just got everything neat and tidy, for once. Usually my dresser drawers look like clearance bins, with everything crammed into them every which way.
And Mike and I visited my nearly 17 year old cousin Jimmy last Friday. His mom had, err, shirked my sister Karen and I (and that's the most polite way I could put it) and I hadn't felt compelled to see her since my dad's estate closed. Unfortunately, this meant that I couldn't see my godfather who I adore (her husband) or Jimmy, who's just awesome--smart, funny, intelligent, athletic, the list goes on and on.
Jimmy was diagnosed with leukemia just before Memorial Day weekend, and he asked his mom to get in touch with Karen and I practically the same day. When I got the email the Tuesday after the long weekend, it was like none of the other bullshit mattered. Jimmy was sick and he needs the support of his family, regardless of who did what to who. My aunt agreed as much, and the hatchet between her and I, it is somewhat buried. That's not to say that I've totally forgiven her for what she did to us, but I'm not as angry about it. I can get past being pissed about it. But that didn't stop me from feeling a little pleased that she mentioned that my parents' crystal stemware was still in her china cabinet, and that she saw it everyday (she was storing it for me until I could). I suppose it was her "tell-tale heart" always reminded her of how she shirked my sister and I, and indirectly, my parents, and they were great friends.
The great news is that Jimmy is doing FANTABULOUSLY. I hadn't seen him in a long time, and he's so grown up now. He's already in remission after several high-does chemo sessions and he looks great. He's in good spirits and although he's lost a lot of weight (20 pounds), he's eating like a horse and he'll be back to his before weight soon enough. What really upsets him is not being able to play basketball for awhile. Like I said before, he's an amazing athlete but he's literally on the sidelines until November at best. But he said that his friends are always coming over and hanging out with him, and things are looking good.
Oh and Karen, he LOVED the cookies. He sends his thanks!