Thank you for the concerned emails. Nothing terrible happened.
We had a rough week. We are still putting the house back together from the floor replacement. I had a really lousy reaction to the tetanus shot. My arm swelled, the injection site turned red and hard, my lymph node in my arm pit swelled to the size of a golf ball, which made lowering said arm hurt, and I ran a fever and enjoyed several days of joint pain.
On Gordon’s side, he doesn’t do well when the environment is disrupted – all of the military spouses are nodding right now – and so it took him a bit to get back to normal with sleeping.
To top it off, Kavanagh got confirmed and my father contacted me to let me know he will be arriving for a visit. In two weeks. To those of you unfamiliar with my father, he is almost 70 and he loves me very much, which is why he tries to pack years of parental lectures into a two week visit. 🙂
Sadly this need to lecture results in me being a bad daughter, no matter what I do, because lecturing a good daughter is not as much fun. My incompetence extends into every aspect of my life. For example, during his last trip, he has informed me that a) I am buying the wrong kind of pans (nonstick) and b) I am washing my nonstick pans incorrectly. How I survived to my forties with my pan buying choices I will never know. This is the man who, when I called to tell him that we have hit #1 on NYT said, “Yes, but when will you go back to school and get your bachelors?”
Normally we drag him down to Florida so he can swim and relax, but there is no Florida this time. So far things aren’t looking great. He hasn’t called in weeks, until he announced a month ago that he needs the invitational letter, which I had immediately written. Next thing you know, he is informing us of the flight.
Me: detailed email about sending him $2,000 for the round trip ticket via wire, arrangements, and other family matters.
Him: Silence for three days, then “Got the money.”
Which just made me fussy beyond reason, because of the stunning fail of basic parental interaction. “Thank you, I’m looking forward to the trip.” “I’m excited to see grandchildren.” “I hope everything is okay.” “Can I bring anything?” Any of those would be fine.
“Got the money.” Oy.
We still don’t have shades on our windows. I hope they will get installed before he gets here. I need bed tables for the guest room. I need bathroom things. I need… Nevermind.
So, as you can see, we have had a rough week, and so the writing isn’t going fast right now. We are working on it.