It’s our home
Like the rest of you, I’m glued to my computer/phone/television checking to see if we have four more years of imbecility or something normal.
Suppose I’ll comment on that at some later date.
I’ve not posted because November’s a rough month for me; it was the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it. That’s when Alison first collapsed.
That’s all I’ll say about that.
I also ended up hurting my back doing jits, recently.
The plan was for me to head out to NJ to spend Halloween with my son but before that happened, we had a cold snap here in NYC and my boiler wouldn’t start.
Turns out the computer had fried so I scrambled all day Friday to try to get a replacement computer.
Me: How much for a new one?
Me: Jesus Christ.
Him: …plus tax.
Me: Well, you gotta give me time to knock over a bank first.
I eventually found a distributer in deep Brooklyn for a little more than half that and went there with a friend to pick it up.
Afterward, Mouse drove me back because she was heading into the city. She led a conference call while I drove and it was impressive to say the least.
Me: Thanks for dropping everything for me. As usual.
Her: I try and help.
Finally got the computer back home and hired a guy to install it. That was another adventure of the stripe no one wants but that’s another matter entirely.
Then I dashed off to see my son in NJ for Halloween. Even though we couldn’t go out to trick-or-treat, my mother-in-law had a great idea to have Halloween indoors.
Essentially, each of us took a room and hid candy in it; the boy knocked on the door for each room and went on the hunt. He seemed to have a good time. The hope is that he doesn’t realize what he’s missing out on, which I suspect he doesn’t.
In some ways, I wonder if blissful ignorance is better. I know too much that I don’t wanna know.
Afterward, the plan was for him to come home with me for a few days for the first time in over half a year. But, it wasn’t at all what I’d hoped it would be.
I find certain things more cutting than I should, perhaps.
Me: Are you going to be ok away from your grandparents?
Him: I’m going to miss them a lot, but I’ll be happy to be in your home.
Me: No, it’s our home.
Him: Right. Our home.
Everything’s fucked up and not at all how it should be.
But it’s late, so I’ll tell you that part next week.