The shirts with thumb holes are popular with runners and spotty (ETA: that should be sporty, but it's amusing me) types, I'd try REI?

Also, I do not live near family and did not know more than three people in Seattle when I moved there, but (oh, wait, four, I suppose...Jillian and Pete and Plei and one friend from DC) I am colluding to get my sister and brother in law (and probably my parents) to move to Denver. It's closer than Indiana, and then all of my dad's family would be here. And since we never see my mom's family anyway, that would basically be "all my family but my brother in one place and he lives somewhere cool I'm willing to go visit"

I always envy people who like their family and whose families apparently like them.

When put that way...I knew one person in the Denver area before I moved here. Huh. Unless you count KCD who moved out here too. And my mom and CJ. Huh.

I always envy people who like their family and whose families apparently like them

yeah, the older I get, the more grateful I am that my family all pretty much gets along. I mean, it looks like the big argument this year will be who gets to host Christmas...

My family all gets along...if I define my family very narrowly and forget about all my cousins...and I define "gets along" as "doesn't actively yell at each other during holiday dinner". Yeah. Kinda funny that I moved here "to be with family" and now the only person here is a niece I rarely even talk to.

Y'all, I have been honest to god networking tonight and having substantive conversations with relevant and important people. It's like I don't even know me! I can't wait to tell my therapist.

Facebook has been the saving of my relationship with my last remaining sister. I've communicated with her in the last year more than I have in the previous 20.

My mom is one of six. Oddly enough, I got my aunt Sue's letter tonight (addressed to her sibs, but it was forwarded to some of the niephews.) Seems topical tonight. And FUCKING HELL, to bed with me!

To my sisters and brother-(2nd sister) used the term ‘collective ego’ to describe the fact that when one of us hurts, we all hurt. Certainly the love and support that has come from all of you may be a sign of that fact. I have realized in the past, that we were a particularly close family and have certainly reaped the benefits of this closeness from time to time, but the concept became particularly powerful with Frank’s passing, Even before I made that very tearful phone call to Marcia [my mom] from St. Anthony’s when I realised that this was the end for my dear husband, I could feel the support that I knew would be there from all of you.

I am lucky. Very lucky.

Allergies.