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Jul. 14th, 2015 08:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI'm sure I could probably be more stressed. The boy could still be under threat of losing his job, I guess. But with the roof leaking, an outlet blown that needs fixed, next year's Dragon*Con potentially screwed because the brother's in-laws decided that one of the biggest traveling holidays in the year was the perfect time to hold a wedding (seriously, that was not smart even apart from Dragon*Con) and ... oh, there was something else. No, the ants were just the last straw. And I'm hormonal, and I'm tired, and I'm ready to scream or cry.
The absolute last straw was someone linking to a grammar nazi sweatshirt that had a G in the stylized design like a swastika on it. Just, no. No. That is not cool, that is not funny, that just about had me in tears from the stress of the day and having to deal with, heh.
Okay, so apparently my mom has to introduce my brother and his lineage on her side of the family at this engagement ritual shindig thing? So I told her I'd write something up, and I think I've got something mostly bashed out assuming it's anything like what she's described. But doing that also requires going through a few generations of family history, and the great grands have all the fun of anti-Semitism in Russia going on. No, it's not Hitler and the swastika and the Nazi party, but close e-fucking-nough that I was fighting tears for a while.
The happy ending to that story is that the person who posted it really does seem like a kid who just plain didn't think, and he apologized repeatedly and what sounded to me like sincerely. So the universe rewards me for taking a breath and being polite with someone who genuinely didn't "know" better, for an emotional more than intellectual value of know. I can live with this.
I just. Today has sucked so hard in a lot of ways right up until the end of the day. When I got to put my language skills to some use, so that was cheering, and the writing is coming more easily except for my damn wrist, and I did some capoeira which hurt a fair bit because pushing too hard on the flexibility but it still helped. And now slowly finishing up stuff and going to bed maybe a little late because tomorrow's exercise is all in the evening and I have an extra hour of leisure time in the morning. It's good. It's all good. The roof may not be as bad as all that, it might just be a couple of loose shingles, hire a handyman with a taller ladder than we have and done. The outlet probably, realistically, just needs to be replaced, the boy can do that or if we have to call in our electrician, it can be done quickly and cheaply. It's fine. It's all fine. It's going to be okay. And most of what's telling me otherwise is hormones.
Oh. Along those lines, the luna pads are actually working pretty well, except for occasionally having to adjust them as they slide down. Only very occasionally though. I'm much pleased.
The absolute last straw was someone linking to a grammar nazi sweatshirt that had a G in the stylized design like a swastika on it. Just, no. No. That is not cool, that is not funny, that just about had me in tears from the stress of the day and having to deal with, heh.
Okay, so apparently my mom has to introduce my brother and his lineage on her side of the family at this engagement ritual shindig thing? So I told her I'd write something up, and I think I've got something mostly bashed out assuming it's anything like what she's described. But doing that also requires going through a few generations of family history, and the great grands have all the fun of anti-Semitism in Russia going on. No, it's not Hitler and the swastika and the Nazi party, but close e-fucking-nough that I was fighting tears for a while.
The happy ending to that story is that the person who posted it really does seem like a kid who just plain didn't think, and he apologized repeatedly and what sounded to me like sincerely. So the universe rewards me for taking a breath and being polite with someone who genuinely didn't "know" better, for an emotional more than intellectual value of know. I can live with this.
I just. Today has sucked so hard in a lot of ways right up until the end of the day. When I got to put my language skills to some use, so that was cheering, and the writing is coming more easily except for my damn wrist, and I did some capoeira which hurt a fair bit because pushing too hard on the flexibility but it still helped. And now slowly finishing up stuff and going to bed maybe a little late because tomorrow's exercise is all in the evening and I have an extra hour of leisure time in the morning. It's good. It's all good. The roof may not be as bad as all that, it might just be a couple of loose shingles, hire a handyman with a taller ladder than we have and done. The outlet probably, realistically, just needs to be replaced, the boy can do that or if we have to call in our electrician, it can be done quickly and cheaply. It's fine. It's all fine. It's going to be okay. And most of what's telling me otherwise is hormones.
Oh. Along those lines, the luna pads are actually working pretty well, except for occasionally having to adjust them as they slide down. Only very occasionally though. I'm much pleased.