So it has been more than a week since my last post. The worst lie you tell is the one you tell yourself. I believe that i will post when i can. maybe more maybe less. who can say.A lot of things have happened since my last post.
Saturday night was the Seder at cousin Greg Cohen's house. it started out well, I saw the the people that i wanted to see. I had no friction with the people that I thought I would. I have been married into this family for about 25 years now and there are some that I haven't clicked with, and that is OK. This is my mother in law's side of the family, Up until a few years ago, their Seder had been held in the house of her sister and husband. big beautiful house, table and food were always good. Their Seder was a little corny because it is interspersed with mangled show tunes with the lyrics changed to reflect the holiday. After her passing, Aunt Barbara's son Greg and his wife Nicole have stepped up to continue the tradition. All well and good. we were happy to be invited as there has been some previous friction generated regarding my son Claude. He did not come this year. This year's addition to the event was Lori's cousin Lisa brought her latest boyfriend and his kids. I enjoy Seders because it is a sharing of tradition and family. I try to to demonstrate respect for the tradition and the house I am in, so it irks me when people are incapable of doing the same. During the ceremony he ( I have so little respect for him that his name will not stay in my head) would make crass jokes or be talking when we should have been silent. he was being loud and obnoxious in general. He asked me if I was raised Catholic, trying to connect with me. He was Old school Italian where it was perfectly acceptable to talk in stereotypes and make invasive racist remarks. He mentioned that he and Lisa were going further south and look into getting a farm. he wants to have chickens and goats. Whatever, he mentioned that the Irish and Italians had built this country up. I interjected that there had been a group that had been here before them although not voluntarily. Then the conversation spun around to how he liked to do stonework, and how his grandfather had taught him how to it. I said that my grandfather had taught me that as well. He replied with " What how to pick cotton?"
I did not rise to the bait. I calmly said " No, He taught me masonry,carpentry,electrical work, plumbing, landscaping, and oh yeah how to do stonework. Not like the breaking rocks you describe. Wait, isn't that what convicts used to do? That explains a lot" the whole exchange went over his head.
One of the unspoken rules of these gatherings is to never talk politics. So, once he said that he was Trump supporter we had to go. We never even had a chance to say good bye to Nicole.
Over the course of spring break it felt like I never really had the chance to take one. Monday - did laundry and cleaning around the house. Tuesday - I helped Lliana move a refrigerator into her maker space. I had set myself up for that so I really can't complain, besides the crappy day there was good company and good food. Wednesday - went in to do my actual job. I ran around like a crazy person catching up on missed days. Thursday - the electricians came to rewire the stairs so that both switches activate the light over the stairs. before he came I had to remove drywall from the hallway. then clean up after he left. Friday - back to my real job. Saturday - Claude my son was coerced into helping me put up new drywall. in the hall way. I am happy that he is out of the house. I know that may be a terrible thing to say but his anger and response to things are so different than the rest of us that it would raise the stress level of the house constantly. Sunday - Joe and Jess came over to spend the day. Joe is more like my own brother than my own brother. so I realize that I may need a vacation from my vacation.
Low point since last post: Recognizing my daughter is selfish
High point: seeing Joe and Jess. I love them and enjoy myself when I am with them
What I learned: that my 'give a fuck' meter shrinks as I lose respect for them
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