My mom informed me last night she wants to foot the bill for me to put in central air, even though I can afford it myself because "you'll inherit the money eventually, but sit on it just like you are now, because you think big purchases to death because you're cheap like us. Just stop putting it off so I can see you enjoying our money while I'm alive." So I have THAT to chew on. Not a guilt trip, she just knows me too well.
Let her do it.
Besides central air is so pleasant (I don't have it, but my mom put it in the old house a year or so before she sold it). It's so quiet compared to window units and I find it's easier to fine-tune the temp.
I'm sorry about everything else, sarameg. It all sounds hard.
My message to my mother is that her health cannot be dependent on the choices of an 18 year old.
Interestingly enough, she did not go through this when I was abroad at 16 or when my brother or I went away to college. I guess her ignorance of what we were or were not doing was better.
I think the 20 (or however many) years makes the difference too. I told my mom something today about one of my kids and instantly regretted it, because I realized it would worry her (and more than it should). It would have more or less rolled off her back, 30 years ago, when I was my kid's age.
Good luck with Mac.
Central air will also increase your property value, especially in Baltimore which has most definitely sultry summers.
update on my mom - somehow hearing from the therapist that other kids who act like E turn out fine (I've given her several examples already) and that his brain won't be fully developed until 25 (something I have been saying for years) reassured her. She'll be seeing the therapist every 2 weeks.
That's awesome, msbelle!
...I guess they could call him Levi?
I sure hope so! Leviathan is a terrible name for a child (or adult)
Work-wise, I hit the point of "nope, I can't/won't be able to do that before I leave" and my plan for tomorrow is basically "Forward a lot of emails so someone else has them", but they still haven't found a replacement for me on my hell project, and I feel bad for whoever it is....but definitely not bad enough to not leave!!
I am, however, very freaked out about the fact that I am not in any way packed or prepared for a 3 week trip!
Saw this headline on CNN 'McConnell says he'd fill a potential Supreme Court vacancy in 2020'. Least. Surprising. Headline. Ever.
I'm ready for an asteroid to hit McConnell.
One of those sneaky sinkholes could open up under him.
Got a vmail from my dr asking if I'd talked to a rheumatologist. Well, no. Because one can't see me 6-8 months, the other was supposed to call me back & hasn't & I got no humans there today. The other recs are all men, & frankly, I don't want to navigate that. Over voluntarily choosing to give men any authority in my life, if I can manage it. I'll go farther afield,blindly, if I can't get a person at the one. I guess I should be glad she's proactive, but I hate this fucking system. I'm in a medical mecca but I cannot get through the fucking gatekeepers & phone trees. And I have no patience for making calls. And I'm fucking lucky.
At least boob squish was easy. I've smashed them worse in my sleep.
I'm currently in a state where I'd like to know where I'll work and where (and if) I'll go to grad school from October. Because I'll have to move somewhere, and technically I can start looking today, but I have no idea if I'll even stay in Jerusalem.
(I'd like to stay here very much. I love this city. But again, no idea how my life will look like in four months' time).
(And yes, reader. You remember correctly: I have, indeed, just moved in December).
