I’m shipping ltc off to the in-laws tonight and heading out with Victor and Thessaly for dinner and a movie. D has plans on Sunday. So I think ltc and I will stay home and watch a movie.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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Buddy sounds like a very interesting woman.
She really was. I remember her coming over to have coffee with my Mom, and my mother being very nervous when she visited. And I used to think my mom felt insecure because Buddy was educated and sophisticated. But now I realize it's because Buddy saw her and tended to her after her breakdown.
Judy was between 8 and 9 when it happened, and she saw it happen. Judy and my Dad were at the dinner table and my mom walked in from the kitchen with dinner, and then just fell to her knees sobbing, dropping everything, howling and incoherent.
The other thing I didn't realize was that there were two precipitating events that brought on that crisis, and it wasn't just the slow development of my mom's mental illness or stress in the marriage. Again, I had known these two events had happened, but I didn't realize they had happened within a short timeframe and right before my mom's breakdown.
The first thing was that my mom's older brother Clyde, had [spoiler font for triggering gruesomeness. Seriously, it's upsetting.] committed a murder/suicide. His first wife left him because he was viciously abusive to her and their two sons. He got custody of the sons. She remarried and had two kids. Years later when his sons were teenagers, he took them with him to see their mother. There was a confrontation and he shot and killed his ex-wife, then his sons, then himself. All in front of her two young children (who he didn't harm).
She found all this out on a phone call from the Child Protective Services down there in Georgia.
The other thing was that her younger brother Raymond [spoiler font with trigger warning. Again, quite upsetting] (who had raped her, and was the reason she left Georgia and joined the Air Force) began calling my mom at home threatening to kidnap and rape my sister. My sister was in the room when this call came in and Raymond was very specific about his plans, and also knew a lot of details about where my sister went to school. So my sister spent the next year being accompanied to school every day by the military police.
My mom had this weird way of answering the phone that had always annoyed me as a teenager. She would say "Hello?" with this wary, vulnerable, querulous tone, sort of like the final girl in a horror movie entering a dark basement. And now I know why she was so fearful of phone calls.
Jesus christ.
I’m shipping ltc off to the in-laws tonight and heading out with Victor and Thessaly for dinner and a movie. D has plans on Sunday. So I think ltc and I will stay home and watch a movie.
Oooh, Buffista mini-F2F! You have many options out there, and now Nanita lives in the area too.
I am working on having a plan for today after work. There's a yoga class at a gym in the next town that is in the right level that I can go to it at 7:30, so I was thinking yoga and then dinner but that is very late compared to my usual routing so I am considering dinner and then yoga and that seems reasonable but then I realized this whole plan hinges on GETTING DRESSED and it may fall apart on that basis. I mean, I got dressed yesterday, doing it again today may be too much. We'll see.
I got my cubicle all packed up yesterday, including my headset and dock other ancillary computer things that I thought IT would move with my monitor so that it could all be set up correctly but was told after I had sealed up all my boxes that, no, I needed to pack that stuff as well, so I tossed them in a bag with the Halloween decorations I was not sure whether I would actually bring in just yet. Me and the one other person who is there late-ish in the afternoon took all our boxes and the boxes of everyone else who is in the first wave of moving and had sealed everything up and put them on pallets to be moved by the company driver. Tuesday I will find out how the new commute actually is - per Google and Waze it doesn't look bad going, I haven't checked coming back but popular wisdom is that Thursday afternoons may get bad with people heading to Tahoe but I have side street alternatives that may be better.
There is a gym near the new work location, and I'm told it's pretty nice once you are in it but it's in a not great neighborhood, but it's in a higher level of the gym network so it would cost me more in fees if I wanted to go there. Which should mean that it has more amenities, and I already looked at classes and it has a couple on Tuesday/Thursday evenings that I might like but that would mean driving rather than taking the bus as well as just having very long days away from as well as the increased gym membership costs. So the cost-benefit on that is going to take some thought. Hopefully I can get a day pass to gather data.
I have scoped out a distillery on Mare Island (so real close as the crow flies but about 4 miles to get across the bridge and back) that I am looking forward to checking out after work, and there's at least one happy hour within a mile of work that I will have to try. Yelp is giving me good possibilities for breakfasts and lunches. Biking to the train station, taking the bus to the Vallejo Transit Center, and biking to work still a pretty good possibility that may be workable with a side trip to the gym.
Would still rather not be making the move, but what can you do
Good god, Hec!
Yes, definitely need to plan something with Nanita. And we’re going to hopefully see flea and family when we’re at the Cape this summer. And hopefully lots of play dates with Stitch and vw.
That all sounds good, sj!
Good god, Hec!
Sorry, -t and Dana! It's a lot.
Anyway, so that makes me see my mother's alcoholism during my high school years in a different light.
And I have to reconsider how I viewed my dad's behavior knowing he was receiving hormone treatment (Testosterone supplements) and "diet pills" (Lordy, they were just handing out Meth like it was candy back then) at the same time.
Look at you go, -t! Yoga, gym, bicycling! I am very impressed with your healthy-making plans.