May 12, 2004

Getting to be time for a road trip.

    Well, on the down side of things, I do, absolutely positively, have strep throat.  But, on the up side, and am treating it and medicating it, and it seems to be better.  And I got a bonus Diflucan pill to keep on standby.  If you do not understand the logistics or significance of the previous sentence, count yourself lucky. 

    And, in other bad news, whilst in the midst of strep throat/pms hell yesterday, my Mom called and told me my Dad has kinda chickened out of the whole moving thing.  Or, as Mom explained it, he still wants to move--just not until next year.  After all he had to sit through three whole days of the roofers putting on the new roof, so he'll be damned if he doesn't get to see the rain run off of his new roof.  This got Mom all mad because she's already gotten used to the idea of moving into a condo.  She told him she wanted to move now.  But the reason she gave him was not that she didn't want him hurting his back working in the yard every day, or that she didn't want to miss out on the low interest rates, noooo.  She told him they had to move now so that they could give us some cash and we could buy a new house and Shorn could go to school.  So she got herself all worked up and totally blamed him for Shorn not being to go to school, and then he got mad and said that she was just trying to give away all their money (which he wasn't opposed to two days ago...), and I got mad at Mom for explaining everything to him the wrong way, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

    I hate it when my parents act like other people's parents.  I like it when they are their normal, boring, uberdull selves.  Like later, when my Mom said that Dad was sorting and folding the laundry, (which he never does) because "I don't want you to be mad at me."  That's just cute, coming from a cranky old guy. 

    So, whatever.  Either they will move or they won't.  And frankly, we'll be in a better situation to buy a house a year from now, interest rates notwithstanding  Mostly I just don't like being upset at my parents--they give me so much less grief than most people's parents do.  And I can't be mad about the money, because I never expected it in the first place, and I was very careful to not think of it as mine.  Monday night I was even having second thoughts about the condo's and co-ops we looked at.  They were nice, but I was having trouble picturing my parents in anything less than a house.  So it will probably be a good thing if they could take a little more time, and maybe find a smaller house that would fit their needs.  I just wish that she hadn't even extended the offer before she had it all figured out, because now it feels like we lost something.  I told Shorn I felt like I suddenly had a lot less to offer him, which we agreed was a pretty silly but understandable way to feel.  Even so, rational thought only helps so much, so I was pretty bummed last night.

    And then I got twelve hours of sleep.  Suddenly, the whole world was a much happier, friendlier place, and I was a brilliant and productive person.  In fact, I actually made arrangements to turn in the assignments for the internship class and graduate.  My presentation will be during finals week, which starts June 7.  That means that this time next month I should finally be a college graduate, ready to start the great job search adventure.  Yay for me.