My sister comments on my candy crush fb activity by telling me I’m a loser.
that’s why I don’t facebook. I don’t need your sister telling me I’m a loser. haha. I’ve had to explain to my dad several times that the game requests on facebook aren’t personal notes from my AuntAlwaysRight.
me: she might not even know she’s doing it. Not that she wouldn’t be thrilled if you started playing a game with her.
I’m going to put this under a cut because it could be triggery. I know that doesn’t work on phones sorry. scroll by with caution.
while talking to CousinManlius after Thanksgiving:
For three days I’ve been trying to get AuntMurble and AuntAlwaysRight to show up at Uncletttton’s house. We all need to be there at the same time, for at least an hour, so we can compare notes on the work that we’ve done preparing his library for auction, check our work, finalize things. At first it was supposed to be a pizza party, from my favorite pizza place, the only place in the region that gets me excited about pizza actually. I could write a whole post about how many times we were supposed to have Zoey’s pizza and HAVEN’T in the past two months.
Then I suggested takeout Thai. I need curry. always. I was the only one that did any work in the library on Saturday (and Friday) and when I was scheduling a time for us all to show up today…
me: crap. the Thai placed is closed on Sunday.
AuntMurble: we could go to the place across town (a fancier Thai place)
me: the point was carryout, so we could get work done. So this is FINISHED. but you two could do that. AuntAlwaysRight needs a reward.
AuntMurble: You need a reward as well!
me: I don’t want that reward. My part of the project is nearing completion. I don’t think there is much more that I can do. I just need my supervisor to SHOW UP and sign off on my work hours.
AuntMurble: hahahaha! I understand what you are saying. okay. We could bring champagne?
me: that’s a good idea…as long as it’s not my reward.
AuntMurble: no.no.no. it’s just champagne.
me: before we go. I think you should look at the library to see how much you’ve done.
AuntAlwaysRight: that’s okay. from the stack of books we’ve pulled today I can tell we’ve gotten a lot done.
me: I really think you should look.
me: you’ve searched everything in here except for these two small piles on the table.
AuntAlwaysRight: even that shelf?
me: every book on every shelf in this library
AuntAlwaysRight doesn’t have the best mobility, the few extra steps to the library were an effort for her, but she’s worked hard on this project and I’m really glad I got her to look.
I was leery about today. It felt like a trap. AuntMurble and AuntAlwaysRight have been meeting for weeks to sort through Uncletttton’s books. A certain 230 titles need to be pulled from his library.
I’ve kept my distance. trying not to ask why that was taking so long. trying not to say, “couldn’t 200ish titles be pulled in a day or two?” because it didn’t matter and they were feeling good about their progress and that’s all that mattered. Except this weekend Murble mentioned that the books had to be finished this week. They’d only pulled a 100 so far.
My brain and my mouth started fighting. I don’t know who won,
"do you need help?"
I quietly circled the situation. Not making any comment or commitment until I struck this morning. Murble would be at work and AlwaysRight was going to be working on the books alone. The three of us would have been too much. This was as perfect as it was going to get.
When I said it was a terrible system, that wasn’t entirely accurate, it was a Murble non-system-system. I’m getting way too good at handling those.
about three times I tried to get a list of the top 200 titles. Can you print it out? Can you email it to me? but then I changed course. Accepted that there were pluses to the process of bringing stacks to AuntAlwaysRight who then checks each title against a spreadsheet, pulls a title if it is in the top 200, or cards and stacks it for me to re-shelve.
me: “does it matter which shelf I start on? it seems like many of these shelves are only partially done?”
AuntAlwaysRight: “No, it doesn’t matter. I think she was trying to guess which ones were the valuable ones. Which is pretty difficult to do.”
me: “ok. we are going to finish everything in here and then tomorrow we can move on to the other room.”
none of the books that I posted today were in the top 200, just ones that caught my eye as I was sorting, stacking, creating my system and de-Murbling, like-
me: “is there any possible logical reason there should be a a bunch of baseball hats on the library table?”
me: “then they don’t get to be in here.”
I might bring my laptop tomorrow to check titles against the spreadsheet while bringing stacks to AuntAlwaysRight but either way,
I think we will be done tomorrow.
(carrying in groceries)
me: oh, did you buy a new Silpat?
AuntMurble: YES! we needed another one!
me: right. because the two that you have are perfectly adequate.
we both laugh a little because while a new silpat is not needed, it doesn’t take up much room and I have a storage place that can accommodate 10s of Silpats.
except. when I take it out of the bag. I REALLY see it,
me: um. this is huge. it can’t be stored with the other ones and you don’t have a sheet pan this big…I don’t even know if it will fit in your oven.
(I hold it up to the cupboard to show her)
AuntMurble: pffft.okay. I’LL BUY A NEW PAN!
This is a dumb post but, this is how it is everyday. and I need to put it somewhere. two weeks ago I tried to open the drawer with baking pans.
me: did you buy a new pan?
AuntMurble: I think I did!
me: I know you did because I can’t get the drawer open.
(walks in house. )
AuntMurble: UGH. It’s terrible out.
walk romp. prance. twirl. in from a 20 minute exploration of the backyard with Jazz)
me: IT’S BEAUTIFUL OUT.
AuntMurble: I thought you might do that.
last night UncleDucey and AuntMurble were out socializing (separately) and brought food home from the neighborhood bar. Sorting through the food order-
AuntMurble: Did you order fries or chips?
UncleDucey: what? Chips? I’ve never heard of such a thing.
me: You’ve heard of chips. You both eat potato chips almost everyday.
UncleDucey: get three beers and a couple shots in me and I just can’t think anymore! But why would someone order chips. We have chips HERE!