Maybe its the major rain we've gotten in last 48hrs, or maybe its the fact that I'm under the weather after spending an entire weekend wet and cold, but its beginning to feel like fall to me. The trees aren't changing colors or anything like that, but mornings and nights are getting cooler and the air is less... thick. Perhaps its because we're dawning in on the middle of August. Kids will be returning to school soon, nights will be longer and a lot of great TV is going to start coming back on. I love the summer, but it doesn't hold the same magic for me as it did when I was a kid in school. Of course summer is awesome to play outside and enjoy the water, but summer is also so, so crowded and busy. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love Thanksgiving and Halloween more than any other holidays. I like the cool air and warm over-sized sweaters. I love the transformation that is fall... All the different colors, lights and decorations. I couldn't imagine living in a region that isn't able to celebrate all of the seasons. I hate snow, but I couldn't imagine a Christmas without it.
So yeah, I'm sick. Again. Ever since my kid entered preschool we've all been contracting the daycare plague. That's what I call it anyway. It happens when your child is exposed to all of these new germs from other kids and then they bring it home to you. They are sick, then you are sick, and then someone gives it to another family member who gives it to another family member and eventually when you least suspect it, you are sick yet again. This happens every time we switch preschools without fail. Considering my son has been in this one for several months, I'm surprised it's taken so long to get it.
Then again, it might not be the daycare plague. It might be the fact that I was cold and wet all weekend. The only hotel room we were able to find while we were at the beach was a honeymoon suite which included a king sized bed and a whirlpool jacuzzi tub. Awkward, right? Britt, Lionelle, Azlynn and Reign took the bed while John slept on the floor and I had the tub. I put blankets down in the tub and made a sort of nest for myself. It was actually quite comfortable, but at some point I woke up freezing because somehow the water came back up through the jets and soaked my blanket and as a result, me as well. I have no idea how that could have happened, but it did. Hotel air conditioning units are no joke. The next night I slept on the floor next to John and froze again, though at least I was dry.
John. Oh, John. As of now he is officially 86'd out of our crew. Since I met John he has had... um... personality conflicts that I've been trying to patiently deal with. I chalked it up to him coming from the foster system and just recently aging out of it. He doesn't really know how to survive in society. I mean, he knows how to live. He knows how to get what he needs. He doesn't know however how to communicate to people in a way that forms bonds and relationships as opposed to in a way that comes off as aggressive and controlling. Every now and again he'll say something that is extremely rude, but he won't apologize for it because he will tell you that you just don't understand him. He'll get upset and mad about something that nobody else would think about, for example... We may all be joking about something in sarcasm, and he takes it literally and becomes offended. He'll want to talk about it, only to talk over you without letting you speak. He'll then get mad because you aren't talking as if it was even possible, and then he'll be mad that your opinion is different than his. If you try to reason with him and explain that it is okay for two people to have differing opinions, he'll further explode and tell you that you are wrong for criticizing, that all you are capable of doing is judging him and putting him down. If you agree with him for the sake of ending an argument that shouldn't have been an argument in the first place, he'll still be mad because you are trying to placate him. Its really a lose/lose situation, so I quickly learned that the best way to deal with John is not to deal with John.
Well, our beach weekend went really, really well. We all had a lot of fun even though there were a few small irritations, but after we got back John exploded. Basically he asked if I was okay with him staying a couple of extra days at my home so he could get away from his roommate for a little while. I was fine with that, and then I noticed he packed his entire closet. I was a little concerned, and so that conversation flowed into him thinking I do not want him living with me. We have discussed him moving into the townhouse with us when his lease is up, but that isn't until the first of the year. I tried to explain to him that I didn't think he should live with us full time because we haven't known each other that long, and we should know if things will work out in that way come January when his lease is up. He wasn't having that. As per the usual, he wouldn't let me speak. The other thing about John is that he brings a lot of irrelevant shit into conversations. Have you ever seen that ADD/ADHD joke that goes on about a million different topics in the same statement? That's John. He's like Hi, I like the color red. Red is a great color because it reminds me of the sun. The sun is hot. Stoves are also hot. Do you see that rock over there? Rocks are hard. One time I drove in the car. Cars go fast. Did I tell you what happened to me last weekend? The moon is bright. I like space. Blah. Blah blah blah. Blah. Blah blah. His arguments are quite the same. They don't make one bit of sense, and of course he'll blame you for that as well because you just don't get him. Normally, I would deal with John by not dealing with John. I literally stop listening and let him ramble on while responding with my usual uh huhs, yeahs, mmhmms, and then when he's done its over. This time he started talking shit about Britt, Lionelle and the rest of the family so he's been officially rejected. Say what you have to say to me, but don't bring people into conversations like that who aren't around to speak for themselves.
The other night John showed up at my apartment at like 12:30am two days ago. I didn't open the door. I didn't speak to him. It was unnerving, to say the least. I don't like when people just randomly show up. Britt is one thing, but with everything going on with John lately, I thought it best to just pretend I wasn't home. Then last night he sent me a message apologizing and telling me that he was upset because he has a lot to get done and didn't feel like he could accomplish what he wanted to do. Again, it didn't make a damn bit of sense, but I told him I appreciated the apology. That was that.
Bah.
And for the townhouse... I don't know if we are going to get it after all. If we don't, I have no clue what we are going to do. Yesterday I got a phone call from my realtor- mind you, we move in 3 weeks. Apparently the appraisal went through okay, but our home his valued at $10k less than what the seller wants for it. That means that the bank will not lend us the money we need to buy the home, so now we have to come up with an extra $4,000 to move. That's just not going to happen. He told me he would touch base with me again today after contacting the seller's agent and trying to come up with some sort of strategy for pushing this forward anyway. I'm not feeling hopeful though because the seller is not a flexible individual. I'm crossing my fingers for small miracles today. I could a few. |
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