Sibling Revelry, Not Sibling Rivalry
Nov. 9th, 2023 08:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mallorys_cameraLez BoyZ are off to some massive hip-hop fest together, and for some reason, United Airlines is texting me RTT’s airline alerts: It looks like you haven’t yet checked in for your flight to Los Angeles, which is leaving at 10:00 a.m. from Gate 4,285 in Terminal X. Do it, Mr. Rumble. Do it RIGHT NOW.
This is making me un peu nervous!
I mean, are these alerts leaking in from some alternative universe in which I, too, am being dragged off to the Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival curated by Tyler the Creator and featuring Lil Yachty, Dominic Fike, and Earl Sweatshirt?
I cannot imagine any alternate universe in which I would willingly participate in this music festival, so I can only think this alternate-universe me is being kidnapped!
What can I do to help her?
Such signs of brotherly togetherness delight me. I want my sons to be BFF! I want them to have each others’ backs! Sibling revelry, not sibling rivalry!
No doubt such desires are the legacy of having grown up as an only.
I have half-siblings from whom, I suppose, I could beg a kidney if the need for a kidney ever arises. (I’m not sure any of them would give me one.) But I didn’t grow up with them. So, I have always glamorized the sibling relationship. How wonderful it must be to have someone who knows you that well! Surely, you must speak the same language!
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In other news, Linda is back to acting relatively normal. (Go figure.)
So! Transient ischemic attack (a/k/a TIA?)
Who knows?
I am studiously avoiding her because, sure, it was the disease process making her unpleasant, but she was deeply unpleasant, and it really stressed me out.
I am still going to move, but I am back to thinking my original six-month window for moving is safe.
This is better for Laura & Billy, too. Figure moving is gonna run to about $10 k for the three of us (divided three ways, but still), and my savings account right now is committed to paying the taxes I will owe on self-employment income come January. With a longer window, I can move, and I won’t have to impose some hideous regimen of self-denial upon myself.
The situation is still too insecure for me to feel comfortable adopting a companion animal, which is something I really, really want to do. But that would be irresponsible.
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Yesterday was bitterly cold and yielded some strange apocalyptic visuals:
I Remunerated diligently! I tromped! In the evening, I resisted all those baaaad impulses to distract myself with socially relevant programming and watched multiple Real Housewives episodes the way God intended.
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Whoops! United Airlines just texted alternate-universe me’s boarding pass! Guess I better figure out how to get onto that plane.
This is making me un peu nervous!
I mean, are these alerts leaking in from some alternative universe in which I, too, am being dragged off to the Camp Flog Gnaw Carnival curated by Tyler the Creator and featuring Lil Yachty, Dominic Fike, and Earl Sweatshirt?
I cannot imagine any alternate universe in which I would willingly participate in this music festival, so I can only think this alternate-universe me is being kidnapped!
What can I do to help her?
Such signs of brotherly togetherness delight me. I want my sons to be BFF! I want them to have each others’ backs! Sibling revelry, not sibling rivalry!
No doubt such desires are the legacy of having grown up as an only.
I have half-siblings from whom, I suppose, I could beg a kidney if the need for a kidney ever arises. (I’m not sure any of them would give me one.) But I didn’t grow up with them. So, I have always glamorized the sibling relationship. How wonderful it must be to have someone who knows you that well! Surely, you must speak the same language!
###
In other news, Linda is back to acting relatively normal. (Go figure.)
So! Transient ischemic attack (a/k/a TIA?)
Who knows?
I am studiously avoiding her because, sure, it was the disease process making her unpleasant, but she was deeply unpleasant, and it really stressed me out.
I am still going to move, but I am back to thinking my original six-month window for moving is safe.
This is better for Laura & Billy, too. Figure moving is gonna run to about $10 k for the three of us (divided three ways, but still), and my savings account right now is committed to paying the taxes I will owe on self-employment income come January. With a longer window, I can move, and I won’t have to impose some hideous regimen of self-denial upon myself.
The situation is still too insecure for me to feel comfortable adopting a companion animal, which is something I really, really want to do. But that would be irresponsible.
###
Yesterday was bitterly cold and yielded some strange apocalyptic visuals:
I Remunerated diligently! I tromped! In the evening, I resisted all those baaaad impulses to distract myself with socially relevant programming and watched multiple Real Housewives episodes the way God intended.
###
Whoops! United Airlines just texted alternate-universe me’s boarding pass! Guess I better figure out how to get onto that plane.
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Date: 2023-11-09 02:37 pm (UTC)It is DEFINITELY a relief to have more of a planning window for moving.
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Date: 2023-11-09 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-09 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-09 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2023-11-11 11:13 pm (UTC)And agreed: it warms the cockles of my heart when my kids do things together.
And I love that photo.
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Date: 2023-11-12 01:58 pm (UTC)