August 27, 2017
Happy Sunday y’all! Tonight is going to be pretty rough as it is the season finale of season 7 of Game of Thrones and this season has had me wrought with emotion and I have a bad feeling about the final episode that I can’t shake. My heart was in my stomach all day but we still had a few obligations.
What we watched this morning: Room 104 S1E5 – The Internet
What we listened to this morning: Brand New, The Devil and God are Raging Inside of Me
We have ants. They’re coming in the kitchen through a crack in the rock tile (???) and jordan thought he was clever by putting a tiny piece of scotch tape over it. Yeah, scotch tape doesn’t stick to rock at all. So here I come with my bleach and packing tape to save the day. For a bit. Just a little. We haven’t conquered the ants. A bunch of them were in the dishwasher so I ran it and felt evil for moment. But I’m going to regret it as I didn’t remove the dishes and there will be dead ants all over them….
We are in the process of mounting our tv and completing the media closet under the stairs. We have one of these cube organizers for our record collection so naturally it was necessary for the consoles. While at Target we got in a tiff that wasn’t pleasant and suddenly I am a pawn in my Sims4 game, painted orange and “tense” is on my forehead and my whims all have to do with yelling at someone / venting in the mirror. This lasts at least four hours.
It’s really shitty to know and understand that you have been shitty and mean to someone else. It’s also really shitty to feel like you’re alone in housekeeping and not taken seriously when you ask someone to do something. My heart sunk deeper into my stomach.
We had to go to Home Depot for some electrical things that will be needed during the tv mounting. I don’t think they had what we needed. All of it is over my head anyway. We got ant bait and a new ceiling fan instead.
We were summoned to Springville to have lunch with Jordan’s meemaw. We don’t see her much but every time we do I wish I saw her more. She’s insane in the nicest way possible. On the way we made a pit stop for the giant swinging popsicle we discovered. It was difficult getting a picture.
There’s a weighted barrel on the stick and when the wind blows the pop swings back and forth. It’s genius. It’s a death trap. I fell a couple of times because the blocks are loose and I’m bummed the self timer didn’t catch it.
Wyomie McRae has marrried a few times in her life. Most of her kids are with a man named Gene and her most recent husband is also named Gene. (so she wouldn’t call them by the wrong name, she says) and she’s brash and she’s loud and she doesn’t have a filter. I love her because you just don’t know what she’ll say next. One minute she’s mixing up her grandkids’ names, the next she’s pitching ideas about taming illegals, the next she’s shitting on her sister for never spelling her name right and celebrating her birthday two days off.
She talks a bunch of shit so I’m not really going to go into the details but I will never forget this woman and my kids will know her name. (She’s convinced she’s going to die any day now and honestly she’s super ready which just adds to her realness because she’s very dry and real life and hardly existential.)
We also made a stop to see my Pawpaw – he’s had a rough week medically and my insides are so extremely heavy when I think about it. He was in good spirits though, he told us how he had to break into his own shed this morning and a joke he told my Nana a couple of years ago when all of this started. It went like this:
I went to the doctor today. He told me I was going to die, but there’s worse news.
He told me you were going to die, too.
It’s macabre but I appreciate it. We had such a good visit and I only cried once.
We went around the world today, also making a stop at Jordan’s parent’s house. Would it really be a visit to my in laws if I didn’t get tackled by a huge dog?
They did get me a cool Birmingham shot glass and a beautiful tiny wind chime, though. They’re always extremely thoughtful.
But I can’t wait to go home. I still have to walk around publix with this mess.
Thank you guys for reading this. See y’all tomorrow. Game of Thrones won’t make the end of this day great, but then again I don’t know if I could feel worse anyway.