Ugh, I just got my wife mad because I used the room where she is doing a tele-session to exercise. She said it would be at 6:00 and I finished at 5:36, but the client ended up being able to do it earlier. If I was considerate of her time, I should have exercised after her session. However, I was trying to be considerate because by exercising before, I could make dinner during the session and it wouldn't be late. I have a way of doing the wrong thing even when I try to do the right thing. I don't know why I bothered to exercise anyhow since I don't especially want to live. Anyhow, I'm off to cook dinner now.

You don't do the wrong thing, Gud. You do too much of the right thing without being appreciated.

I made tuna melts in red and orange bell pepper boats, and they are so good!! And pretty!

Timelies all!

Tomorrow we head out on our trip to Toronto.(convention) We're driving, and breaking the trip up into three days there and two days back, with stops at things to amuse Mr. S. I'm a bit nervous about this, as you might imagine.

I'll be sending lots of calm~ma for all of you, Sheryl.

Gud, you'd be in the wrong no matter what you would have chosen. Since there was an unexpected availability, I think you were less in the wrong to have exercised early so to get dinner done, since you couldn't anticipate it.

If you'd exercised later, you would have been criticized for not getting dinner done on time.

PS Have a good trip, Sheryl!

Chilly today. 70F, but feels chillier than that to me. I had been looking forward to a trip to Tupper Lake (where my dad was born) to go to the Wild Center, but I haven't heard a peep from the kids. Yesterday they made noises about maybe going Friday instead. I suspect she isn't feeling good, but it would be nice if they verified this. I am thinking of a date night tonight for us instead, and I'll do the family excursion Friday.

Also, in random whiny news, my younger son's wife is like 4 months pregnant, but they haven't bothered to tell us. Haven't seen them in about 18 months. They didn't bother to say happy mother's or father's day either. It is out of my hands, but I expect a prodigal son scenario at some point. Don't need hair pats, but this is something I carry in my shattered heart every day. I wish I could say I am not losing sleep over it anymore, but that isn't yet the case. Maybe some day it will get easier. Where there is life there is hope?

Oh, that does suck. My brothers don't reach out to me at all, and I don't get much communication out of the family except for Facebook. I feel rather orphanned.

It is so outside of my lifetime family experience. All of my immediate family, siblings, cousins, and beyond have always been so close. If any of them showed up at my door at any time with or without notice I would be delighted and they are always welcome to stay. I know that the same holds true for them. Brendon is super close with all of his family too. It is a tradition in our family to surprise people by just showing up from out of town to visit and it has always been joyous fun. It is just the way we were raised. To not only not feel welcome by my own child, but to be completely rejected by him is just something I don't think I'll ever be able to understand.

tl;dr Parenting sucks.

I'm sorry, Laura, it breaks my heart that he's made this choice.

I've actually been more in touch with my sister in the last year than the previous ten. This is because she got a smart phone and we could start texting each other.

Also, I was just checking on her more regularly during her cancer treatments. This is how I got all the new context on fucked up family lore.

I want to fly her out to stay with us, but I was putting that off until we got the windows fixed. But that back order supply chain issue on curved glass stays stuck. They did finish one complete window out of the eight being fixed, though, so I can see how nice it will look when it's done.

Also, she's super busy with her work right now, so I think that will taper off come the fall and I can get her out for a visit. She hasn't been to SF since Matilda was christened.