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Panic: unexpected aunts
Jan. 20th, 2023 12:00 am2nd round with new therapist. I think she is more positivity-oriented than I like; we did dig into the concept of making the best decisions available to you in the moment and being pleased by that, but, fuck on a stick, sometimes those still suck. I yelled about Mark Z. a bit, and explained that the problem with Facebook is his position that if everybody would just be their Authentic Selves, that would solve bullying or whatever. I saw her physically cringe.
If you have Infamous Cousin on Facebook (speaking of Facebook) and haven't looked at his feed since like Christmas -- go look. He and his wife did not get the huge architectural fiasco that she was super interested in after all.
I mention this on account of this evening I had just flopped over to play games and my phone rang and it was both aunts in a rented van with Aunt-Fay driving and Guide Dog Aunt trying to figure out the console. 260-something miles to Portland. Getting dark out.
They said they'd be stopping when it did get too dark to drive. But the plan is, they're driving up to Portland with Cousin the Younger's stuff -- he also bought a house -- it seems that most of the day was occupied in renting the van, getting it loaded up, so by the time they were on the road it was early evening. But they're headed to drop his stuff off, and then they're heading towards Seattle. Possibly arriving late Friday or sometime Saturday, depending. Guide Dog Aunt will want to get us dinner; I am thinking about aiming her at the local Brazilian steakhouse.
I proceeded to have a moderately organized group panic attack in the form of a sudden all-hands checklist for the house. At which point all available housemates hit the deck. Belovedest got in and started immediately and managed to find and hit one of my buttons. They found a small frozen pizza and then it was a group effort to get it baked and in them instead of them working on the media room through the evening instead of eating. Steph tackled the recycling mess in the kitchen or something. Belovedest and Steph tackled Making The Media Room Guest-Friendly, after I figured out where to put the spiky desk chair mat that wants a rug to sit on but we got rid of the rug. (It's behind my garment rack in our bedroom now.)
I reorganized things near the couch, reducing the tables there by one so there are more seats that look usable. Then I tackled things near my desk. Many distress-noises emanated, but also I found a few things.
Tomorrow I have an appointment, which should be interesting at least. I will likely be knocked out by eye dilation afterwards.
If you have Infamous Cousin on Facebook (speaking of Facebook) and haven't looked at his feed since like Christmas -- go look. He and his wife did not get the huge architectural fiasco that she was super interested in after all.
I mention this on account of this evening I had just flopped over to play games and my phone rang and it was both aunts in a rented van with Aunt-Fay driving and Guide Dog Aunt trying to figure out the console. 260-something miles to Portland. Getting dark out.
They said they'd be stopping when it did get too dark to drive. But the plan is, they're driving up to Portland with Cousin the Younger's stuff -- he also bought a house -- it seems that most of the day was occupied in renting the van, getting it loaded up, so by the time they were on the road it was early evening. But they're headed to drop his stuff off, and then they're heading towards Seattle. Possibly arriving late Friday or sometime Saturday, depending. Guide Dog Aunt will want to get us dinner; I am thinking about aiming her at the local Brazilian steakhouse.
I proceeded to have a moderately organized group panic attack in the form of a sudden all-hands checklist for the house. At which point all available housemates hit the deck. Belovedest got in and started immediately and managed to find and hit one of my buttons. They found a small frozen pizza and then it was a group effort to get it baked and in them instead of them working on the media room through the evening instead of eating. Steph tackled the recycling mess in the kitchen or something. Belovedest and Steph tackled Making The Media Room Guest-Friendly, after I figured out where to put the spiky desk chair mat that wants a rug to sit on but we got rid of the rug. (It's behind my garment rack in our bedroom now.)
I reorganized things near the couch, reducing the tables there by one so there are more seats that look usable. Then I tackled things near my desk. Many distress-noises emanated, but also I found a few things.
Tomorrow I have an appointment, which should be interesting at least. I will likely be knocked out by eye dilation afterwards.
