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I feel like I’ve been gone a long time and have missed many things. Sorry about that.
I had an amusing follower milestone and then got another follower so it wasn’t the funny number anymore, but I seem to have lost one so it’s back down to the funny milestone again. IDK though I can’t tell whether it’s chill or gauche to talk about the number of followers you have? So I won’t elaborate, but it was a funny number.
I got like zero writing done, as usual, at the farm. This morning Whiskey left me just the face of a mouse next to my bed, having loudly and crunchily devoured the rest of it (with much self-congratulatory trilling) at 3am. It stuck to my sock as I stepped out of bed. Gross.
As I was driving across the state, I stopped at the halfway mark for lunch, went in for like ten minutes, came back out and started driving again, and there was a like eight-inch crack in the dead center of the bottom of my windshield. Nothing hit my car, I can’t imagine how it got there, but it’s all the way through, it refracts light and casts a shadow, so. I need a new windshield. What the fuck. That’s obnoxious.
I missed y’all, Internet. My sister’s mother-in-law showed up so it was good I had the yurt and could get my shit out of the guestroom with basically no notice. I may have mentioned that already? I don’t remember what I’ve said. Anyway. I was sitting a chatting with her and she managed to hideously offensively and intrusively ask why I didn’t have any kids, in the most graceless way possible, so that was kind of amazing. Like– imagine the just worst person to talk to that you can think of, and that’s her. It’s so heartbreaking, because brother-in-law is such a sweet and genuine and smart and strong person, and his mother is so stupid and mean and graceless. Nothing she does is that bad on its own but you add it up– and like– I just–
Behind the cut I am attempting to rant in an amusing fashion but it’s just sort of numb disbelief.
I know, I feel like my role really should be doing as much as I can to be nice to her and distract her and let my sister vent and calm my sister down, but I can’t help it, she manages to pretty much constantly offend me. It’s really amazing. Possibly the worst of her charms is how if she says something and you don’t agree with it, she just keeps repeating it as if you hadn’t disagreed with her. She seems to genuinely think that if she just keeps repeating it you’ll eventually come to agree with her. Like– last night, we [Middle-Little and I] were cutting the necks off wine bottles to make vases out the bases, and she was like, the tops of those would make great windchimes! and we were like? No? In what context would it ever be a good idea to induce multiple pieces of broken glass to hit one another repeatedly? That’s just how you rain shards of glass down upon any nearby surface? We thought she was kidding, but she brought it up literally six or seven times, and each time we gave her a more detailed response. At first we were like “ha ha right if I hated my neighbors LOL”, and then we were like “No, see, because they’d break, and there would be glass everywhere”, and then we were like “Broken glass everywhere is bad, see? because glass shards are sharp and people can cut themselves and that is generally not considered a good feature in yard decor?” and we really didn’t know where to go with it from there so we just packaged them up into a cardboard box to take and recycle them. And she just. Kept bringing it up. “But they’re like bells!” “… They’re the broken necks of bottles.” “Just like bells!” “I am starting to think that words don’t mean things to you.”
She also believes that instead of a farm, my sister and her husband should have a winery. She drove from Chicago to eastern NY, and in so doing passed through the grape-growing region of NYS, all along that eastern shore of Lake Erie, and she was like, “if they grow grapes why can’t you?” and I was like “that’s the largest grape-growing region on the East Coast, and they primarily produce juice grapes; literally none of the vines you saw are for wine grapes.”
She ignored this, and went on later to berate her son for not instantly going out right now to purchase grape vines. He pointed out that, having farmed for six or seven years now, he knew that in the five or ten remaining days before the first hard frost, no new plantings would have a chance to get established, but she went on to harangue him for the entire rest of the car ride, during which my sister and I were crammed in the back seat reciting children’s books verbatim to Farmbaby.
My sister was trying to get him to take his mother out for brunch this morning, just the two of them, you know, for some mother-son bonding time, and he was like, “no”, and she couldn’t figure out why, and I was like sweetie, don’t be mean to him like that.
He is such a good and dutiful son. He really is. I wish she were kinder to him.
I wish I could have been more use in defusing the tension between her and my sister, who just has no inborn tolerance for bullshit and zero talent for just shrugging off the sorts of habitual mortal offenses Mother-In-Law is prone to offering.
But it turns out my natural defenses against those things are kind of low, too. I can’t believe she asked me when I was going to get busy and have some kids. My own mother has never breathed a word of this sort of thing to me, because she knows me; it would be her business if I did, but she also knows I’d tell her! Yikes.
I feel like I’ve been gone a long time and have missed many things. Sorry about that.
I had an amusing follower milestone and then got another follower so it wasn’t the funny number anymore, but I seem to have lost one so it’s back down to the funny milestone again. IDK though I can’t tell whether it’s chill or gauche to talk about the number of followers you have? So I won’t elaborate, but it was a funny number.
I got like zero writing done, as usual, at the farm. This morning Whiskey left me just the face of a mouse next to my bed, having loudly and crunchily devoured the rest of it (with much self-congratulatory trilling) at 3am. It stuck to my sock as I stepped out of bed. Gross.
As I was driving across the state, I stopped at the halfway mark for lunch, went in for like ten minutes, came back out and started driving again, and there was a like eight-inch crack in the dead center of the bottom of my windshield. Nothing hit my car, I can’t imagine how it got there, but it’s all the way through, it refracts light and casts a shadow, so. I need a new windshield. What the fuck. That’s obnoxious.
I missed y’all, Internet. My sister’s mother-in-law showed up so it was good I had the yurt and could get my shit out of the guestroom with basically no notice. I may have mentioned that already? I don’t remember what I’ve said. Anyway. I was sitting a chatting with her and she managed to hideously offensively and intrusively ask why I didn’t have any kids, in the most graceless way possible, so that was kind of amazing. Like– imagine the just worst person to talk to that you can think of, and that’s her. It’s so heartbreaking, because brother-in-law is such a sweet and genuine and smart and strong person, and his mother is so stupid and mean and graceless. Nothing she does is that bad on its own but you add it up– and like– I just–
Behind the cut I am attempting to rant in an amusing fashion but it’s just sort of numb disbelief.
I know, I feel like my role really should be doing as much as I can to be nice to her and distract her and let my sister vent and calm my sister down, but I can’t help it, she manages to pretty much constantly offend me. It’s really amazing. Possibly the worst of her charms is how if she says something and you don’t agree with it, she just keeps repeating it as if you hadn’t disagreed with her. She seems to genuinely think that if she just keeps repeating it you’ll eventually come to agree with her. Like– last night, we [Middle-Little and I] were cutting the necks off wine bottles to make vases out the bases, and she was like, the tops of those would make great windchimes! and we were like? No? In what context would it ever be a good idea to induce multiple pieces of broken glass to hit one another repeatedly? That’s just how you rain shards of glass down upon any nearby surface? We thought she was kidding, but she brought it up literally six or seven times, and each time we gave her a more detailed response. At first we were like “ha ha right if I hated my neighbors LOL”, and then we were like “No, see, because they’d break, and there would be glass everywhere”, and then we were like “Broken glass everywhere is bad, see? because glass shards are sharp and people can cut themselves and that is generally not considered a good feature in yard decor?” and we really didn’t know where to go with it from there so we just packaged them up into a cardboard box to take and recycle them. And she just. Kept bringing it up. “But they’re like bells!” “… They’re the broken necks of bottles.” “Just like bells!” “I am starting to think that words don’t mean things to you.”
She also believes that instead of a farm, my sister and her husband should have a winery. She drove from Chicago to eastern NY, and in so doing passed through the grape-growing region of NYS, all along that eastern shore of Lake Erie, and she was like, “if they grow grapes why can’t you?” and I was like “that’s the largest grape-growing region on the East Coast, and they primarily produce juice grapes; literally none of the vines you saw are for wine grapes.”
She ignored this, and went on later to berate her son for not instantly going out right now to purchase grape vines. He pointed out that, having farmed for six or seven years now, he knew that in the five or ten remaining days before the first hard frost, no new plantings would have a chance to get established, but she went on to harangue him for the entire rest of the car ride, during which my sister and I were crammed in the back seat reciting children’s books verbatim to Farmbaby.
My sister was trying to get him to take his mother out for brunch this morning, just the two of them, you know, for some mother-son bonding time, and he was like, “no”, and she couldn’t figure out why, and I was like sweetie, don’t be mean to him like that.
He is such a good and dutiful son. He really is. I wish she were kinder to him.
I wish I could have been more use in defusing the tension between her and my sister, who just has no inborn tolerance for bullshit and zero talent for just shrugging off the sorts of habitual mortal offenses Mother-In-Law is prone to offering.
But it turns out my natural defenses against those things are kind of low, too. I can’t believe she asked me when I was going to get busy and have some kids. My own mother has never breathed a word of this sort of thing to me, because she knows me; it would be her business if I did, but she also knows I’d tell her! Yikes.
