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sparkindarkness) wrote2007-11-22 01:58 am
sparkindarkness) wrote2007-11-22 01:58 am
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An update on the Sparky
Ah so much has happened. First my pills have been refilled (Sparky is up to about 90% operating functionality and is severely irritated about that last 10 bloody percent!) and health is apparently going to be restored eventually.
On the family drama, we now have tenants in our house. (Anti-social me screams in fury!) Why why why why would I invite my brother to stay while he got his house sorted? Well, part of it is I don’t want my brother to be staying with a distant relative or hotel for the upcoming Yule (because that’s all kind of nasty) but mainly because he was living with our parents.
Now, my parents are wonderful, wonderful, amazing people who I love to the nth degree and would happily wrestle rabid wolverines for. But sharing roof space with them is.... enervating. I’d rather not spend my yule visiting my parents’ grave and my brother in prison.
First there is dear madre with her cleaning drama obsession. Put down a cup of coffee for second? ZOOOM! *Gust of wind* your coffee is gone! Actually it has been poured away and the cup has been cleaned and while you blinked she has returned to polishing the skirting boards (possibly for the third time today) or the COAL in the FIREPLACE. Yes, yes, she polished COAL! COAL PEOPLE! See, I am a clean freak, but even I couldn’t stand then endless pass of the hoover on its hourly run.
Then there is Padre with his ‘organisation.’ See, he is UTTERLY unable to deal with any kind of surprise or crisis, he crumbles completely. To deal with this he plans and make lists. The Normandy invasion did not have as much planning as simple trip to the shops. You find yourself going out only to find a deluge of lists bombarded on you “have you made a contingency plan to fend of rampaging Camel-monkeys? NO?! Quick, we shall make a list of essential equipment!” Of course, the lists disappear as they are rapidly cleaned away as soon as anyone stops touching them, then new lists must be drawn.
And then there’s the complete lack of privacy - not as in going through post or anything like that, but incessant questions. It’s not in a teenaged “where are you going, I hope you’re back by 11:00!” kind of questions, but more genuine interest. They see absolutely no reason why you WOULDN’T want to discuss every letter, email, phone call, friend, night out with them. Sounds harmless enough but when every single little thing you do comes with a bombardment of polite, interested, well meant questions? Gah, do not want.
And then there’s... well, there’s a lot and I could go on for posts and posts about innumerable irritations. Suffice it to say. The brother needed rescuing.
Still it does mean I’ve spent the last few days ferrying junk from his house to mine. You would not believe the amount of things my brother considers necessary for life and limb - and this is from me, the most materially dependent person EVER!
There are consolations, however. Brother is generally respectful of my desperate reclusiveness and doesn’t push it, he also comes with the extra-pretty kitty (who can move her extra pretty self OFF my bed, thank you) and while he does hit our cupboards like marauding huns, he does come with the bonus offset of actually being able to cook. This? Makes up for the annoyance. Yes, yes it does. Reports of fabulous food will follow :)
On the family drama, we now have tenants in our house. (Anti-social me screams in fury!) Why why why why would I invite my brother to stay while he got his house sorted? Well, part of it is I don’t want my brother to be staying with a distant relative or hotel for the upcoming Yule (because that’s all kind of nasty) but mainly because he was living with our parents.
Now, my parents are wonderful, wonderful, amazing people who I love to the nth degree and would happily wrestle rabid wolverines for. But sharing roof space with them is.... enervating. I’d rather not spend my yule visiting my parents’ grave and my brother in prison.
First there is dear madre with her cleaning drama obsession. Put down a cup of coffee for second? ZOOOM! *Gust of wind* your coffee is gone! Actually it has been poured away and the cup has been cleaned and while you blinked she has returned to polishing the skirting boards (possibly for the third time today) or the COAL in the FIREPLACE. Yes, yes, she polished COAL! COAL PEOPLE! See, I am a clean freak, but even I couldn’t stand then endless pass of the hoover on its hourly run.
Then there is Padre with his ‘organisation.’ See, he is UTTERLY unable to deal with any kind of surprise or crisis, he crumbles completely. To deal with this he plans and make lists. The Normandy invasion did not have as much planning as simple trip to the shops. You find yourself going out only to find a deluge of lists bombarded on you “have you made a contingency plan to fend of rampaging Camel-monkeys? NO?! Quick, we shall make a list of essential equipment!” Of course, the lists disappear as they are rapidly cleaned away as soon as anyone stops touching them, then new lists must be drawn.
And then there’s the complete lack of privacy - not as in going through post or anything like that, but incessant questions. It’s not in a teenaged “where are you going, I hope you’re back by 11:00!” kind of questions, but more genuine interest. They see absolutely no reason why you WOULDN’T want to discuss every letter, email, phone call, friend, night out with them. Sounds harmless enough but when every single little thing you do comes with a bombardment of polite, interested, well meant questions? Gah, do not want.
And then there’s... well, there’s a lot and I could go on for posts and posts about innumerable irritations. Suffice it to say. The brother needed rescuing.
Still it does mean I’ve spent the last few days ferrying junk from his house to mine. You would not believe the amount of things my brother considers necessary for life and limb - and this is from me, the most materially dependent person EVER!
There are consolations, however. Brother is generally respectful of my desperate reclusiveness and doesn’t push it, he also comes with the extra-pretty kitty (who can move her extra pretty self OFF my bed, thank you) and while he does hit our cupboards like marauding huns, he does come with the bonus offset of actually being able to cook. This? Makes up for the annoyance. Yes, yes it does. Reports of fabulous food will follow :)
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Can you buy them one for Christmas?
:P
Yay on housemates being reasonable humans... even with adorable kitties.
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Beyond my budget. And they'd clean it
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Glad to hear you're finally on the men. Enjoy the visiting kitty and the well-behaved brother, and remember - it won't last. Really.
::goes back to giggling over the coal cleaning::
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Gah, it's frustrating. I've been on the mend for the best part of 2 months now - when can i be mended? *sulks* Ahhh normality will return one day - in time for the next crazy
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not TOO bad of a deal
and a rescue was in order *shudders*
glad to hear you're on the mend and hopefully will be up to bringing in the new year on the Solstice!
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Thankee :)
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Good to hear that I won't be needing to send flowers to the Jones mortuary this year. Don't worry much about your brother, since if I know you and Beloved, for about 90% of the time, the two of you will be either too full or too frisky to worry about it- I am now getting dueling mental pictures of you guys conked out on the sofa:
Sparky: Are we having sex tonight?
Beloved: I would, but I'm so full that I don't think my legs work.
Sparky: Meh. Can we just make out and do oral stuff, then?
Beloved: Sure, let me get my tongue working first.
Hehehe. Anyway, hope you guys have a good Christmas/ Holidays. Please do keep us updated on your adventures.
P.S. Got any time to loan me your brain on some stuff? If so, please let me know.
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Heh conked out on the sofa is my base state these days, but entangled with Beloved in the process makes it alllllll good and tolerable.
Heh, you don't need legs. There are soooo many more interesting body parts
I can loan you my brain - chuck me an email (on my profile) and I shall have a nosy.
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sounds like you landed a decent temporary housemate, though, and the rescue earns you karma points, surely. (Who cleans coal???)
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Aye, I think he'll be good and well behaved :) At least he won't add to my stress levels.
Crazy people clean coal. This is clear
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fooooooood *drool*
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My former roommate (whom I love and adore) had OCD. Bad. She not only did all the things your mom seems to do, but she also trained all of us to be equally so. Failure to do so would earn you the Deathly Death Glare and Sigh of Spontaneous Combustion.
Left a coaster without a drink on it? *sigh* and it gets flung back into its cradle.
Left dishes in the sink? They're now piled on your computer chair.
Dropped a crumb of bread from your toast? You come upstairs to her waiting with a mop, broom, and enough paper towels to indicate an entire northwest forest is now treeless, and all these implements get shoved into your hands.
God love her. I have so many neurosi to begin with, I got heaps more. :)
I fall more into your dad's category. I'm lost without a list, a contingency plan, or any sort of planning whatsoever. Tell me to wing it, and I'll sit in a corner, rocking to myself, waiting for the next planned minute. Yes, I am really that bad. People ask me what I'd like to do (in WoW and IRL), and I turn into a deer-in-headlights. In WoW, at that point, I usually just flee the computer. In real life... not much difference.
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Gah, I would need a taser and at least 10 minutes intensive work with her. zappy zappy
I am much much much more of a whimsical "let's try this, we'll make it up as wr go" person
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