Ugh indeed. Funerals often don't bring out the best in families.
This time of year is windows open time. This week is 70s during the day and 60s at night. The a/c is set to 80 but it still kicks on occasionally.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
'Not Fade Away'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Laura - Dec 29, 2011 4:41:40 pm PST #13504 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Cass - Dec 29, 2011 4:47:14 pm PST #13505 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
This week is 70s during the day and 60s at night.
That sounds fantastic.
bon bon - Dec 29, 2011 4:47:43 pm PST #13506 of 30001
It's five thousand for kissing, ten thousand for snuggling... End of list.
I am thinking about going to the beach on Sunday.
Strix - Dec 29, 2011 4:51:09 pm PST #13507 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Two cakes, two loaves of bun, one of bread, Milo, rum, 7 bags of coffee, two boxes of tea, and two bottles of jam. That I can recall. Food-related, anyway. I've never moved more. And I'm really glad my mother held back on the third cake. My sister still gives me shit for it, but Jesus--don't they understand I have a hard time travelling? How much explaining does that take?
Sweet spun-sugar Jesus, ita ! (Although I'm sure the coffee and rum are totes worth it.)
Our bedroom sticks out of the front of the house, and we keep the window unit in year round (we have central AC, but I CANNOT sleep hot, so it stays. No one fucks with my sleep hygiene!) but we have a down duvet so it's fine.
My office is upstairs, and I smoke in it, so I keep the window open year round with an exhaust fan sucking the air out. I have a space heater for the winter, but it's fine in the summer; I just put a fan over the AC vent directed at my body and work in undies and a tank. (WOO FREELANCING!)
Kat - Dec 29, 2011 4:54:01 pm PST #13508 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
ugh, poor SIL. That utterly sucks.
When we aren't here, we turn the heat off entirely and it gets to about 55-60 in the winter. We turn the heat on in the AM and it gets to maybe 68 then we turn the heat off for the rest of the day until the next AM. If it gets to 60, I'll turn the heat on for a bit and then off.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 29, 2011 4:55:39 pm PST #13509 of 30001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
This week is 70s during the day and 60s at night.
It's been a little chillier here (hit 70 today for the first time in over a week) so I've mostly been temperature controlling with the ceiling fans. I think the heater kicks in at 64? (I think AC kicks in at 75) Doesn't happen too often though. I've also had to switch it back to AC a couple times.
It's mostly that golden time of year where we need neither heat or AC! Love.
§ ita § - Dec 29, 2011 5:08:49 pm PST #13510 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I am thinking about going to the beach on Sunday.
It's supposed to warm up? I'm fucking freezing right now.
Neither the coffee nor rum are for me, as with one of the cakes. I keep the rest, though. Already made a dent in the bun and Milo.
Zenkitty - Dec 29, 2011 5:11:05 pm PST #13511 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Say, you know that Haunted Mansion picture of the girl on the tightrope over the alligator? Is there anywhere I could get a print of that?
Atropa - Dec 29, 2011 5:13:29 pm PST #13512 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Say, you know that Haunted Mansion picture of the girl on the tightrope over the alligator? Is there anywhere I could get a print of that?
Off the top of my head, no. My friend Queenie did a painting of what happened after, but I haven't seen copies of the original pictures.
sarameg - Dec 29, 2011 5:15:28 pm PST #13513 of 30001
Talked to SIL. He died this morning. It was sort of a cascade of things, admitted to the hospital last night, fluid in the lungs because the flappy thing that prevents stuff getting into them quit, then they discovered a massive blood clot in his leg that started falling apart and...the end. She thinks he was just done. No funeral or service, as he wanted, just cremation, so she has no plans to go up there at this point. Right now, she's torn between sad and fucking pissed. See, he was living with her parents. Every sunday, and this past xmas, she calls. Her mother never picks up. So she hadn't talked to him in months. Her brother (who was the one who called with the news) upon hearing this started swearing and told her that had he known (mother never told him that PJ was calling all this time,) he would've made sure to go over to the house and make the call. Her brother is still somewhat under their dysfunctional spell, but still knows what is right.
My dad thinks her mother is mentally ill and her dad just a wuss. That's...kind. Regardless of the source, I'm just calling them assholes. They weren't going to tell her. I mean, the rest of her family (surviving grandma on her dad's side, her paternal uncles) are still all in contact with her and think her parents are being idiots.
When I told her I knew there really wasn't anything I could do, but I wished there were something, all she said was "Just tell me you love me." Oh gods, yes. Yes, I do.