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One Little Victory
Mar. 29th, 2014 09:30 pmA few weekends ago, when my niece and I had an afternoon out, we talked about my impending move to Louisville, where she lives. Her mom is very big on the idea of The Niece living on her own when she starts college (personally, I think this is kinda screwed up, but whatever), and Niece asked if I'd consider finding a place big enough for her to live in, too.
She's a great kid. Sharp, sometimes more mature than her years would lead you to believe. But this would be weird. And I can hear the discussion on boundaries. "Niece," I'd say, "stay out of the booze until you're 21, and stay out of the black duffel back forever."
Last night was a train wreck. Even without comparing it to last Friday night's amazing time, it was terrible. Anne invited me to co-host her radio show (it's pledge drive week), and it sounded fun, so I said yes. That led to being in a studio for two hours with a squabbling couple. This is not the first time I've been in such a situation with these two, but I think it's going to be the last. I was mildly pissed off when we left the station, and by the time we finished a conversation in the parking lot, I was full-on angry. Got home, vented to D, who talked me down. Went to bed.
Slept in today. Had very vague plans to get a little shopping done, but the rain convinced me to nap and binge on Netflix instead. Talked with D again, made very nebulous plans to have a good irresponsible drinking night pretty soon, probably once I'm moved to Louisville so that neither of us has to even think about driving home. And I'm feeling alright tonight.
She's a great kid. Sharp, sometimes more mature than her years would lead you to believe. But this would be weird. And I can hear the discussion on boundaries. "Niece," I'd say, "stay out of the booze until you're 21, and stay out of the black duffel back forever."
Last night was a train wreck. Even without comparing it to last Friday night's amazing time, it was terrible. Anne invited me to co-host her radio show (it's pledge drive week), and it sounded fun, so I said yes. That led to being in a studio for two hours with a squabbling couple. This is not the first time I've been in such a situation with these two, but I think it's going to be the last. I was mildly pissed off when we left the station, and by the time we finished a conversation in the parking lot, I was full-on angry. Got home, vented to D, who talked me down. Went to bed.
Slept in today. Had very vague plans to get a little shopping done, but the rain convinced me to nap and binge on Netflix instead. Talked with D again, made very nebulous plans to have a good irresponsible drinking night pretty soon, probably once I'm moved to Louisville so that neither of us has to even think about driving home. And I'm feeling alright tonight.
