My brother's been almost impossible to get ahold of. He's working a full-time job on a weird schedule, and subsequently has not been able to continue attending jewelry school. That must be especially depressing, because he was only a semester away from graduating. The reasons for this are kind of...tale as old as time. They're homeschooling their four kids now because the school district they reside in is shitty, and while my SIL has a degree in Special Education (unsure which one) the district didn't want to pay her a teacher's salary for doing a teacher's job and so she felt taken advantage of. Which is probably true. And I feel bad for her, but perhaps moreso feel bad for my brother because: fucking so close to graduating!
I have two new holes in my ears now. This simultaneously was and wasn't a big deal; I think there has come a point where I'm just basically like: needles? Come at me with that. I do not give one single or singular solitary fuck. And too, sometimes I mistrust my pain threshold. Is it high? Am I full of shit? This was less for fun and games and more because I wanted to show L what it was like before she got her ears pierced. She was very sweet and reassuring during the whole thing and it didn't put her off getting her ears pierced. So that's good!
My cousin has a rare form of blood cancer. I don't know where else to put this.
When L did get her ears pierced it was still somewhat traumatic. I mean, it would be though. That shit hurts! And probably even more at the center of the lobe. The doctor was great, but I don't think we'll be going back for the next piercing (assuming there is one). The local piercing studio is just fine, thanks. Very welcoming, L got a sticker and a lollipop at the piercing studio and she didn't even get anything pierced.
I got yet another flat tire the day before yesterday! What is the deal with that? I was telling my MIL and she was just aghast. She'd only ever got a flat tire once in her life, she said. And look at me with 5 in the last year! I have my suspicions. But in the current circumstances I wish the local flat tire repair service had a punchcard because Christ on a stick.
James Dobson dying has prompted quite a bit of discourse on the old Facebook/Instagram. It's interesting to see who did and didn't remark on his passing; nothing positive was shared on my algorithm at all, which is probably due to my carefully watering the grass I want to see grow (aka not rage-clicking on right wing agenda nonsense).
Went to go see K-Pop Demon Hunters on the big screen last night. Only 10 people in the theater us included with the other 7 being tweens. There were whispers of friend drama yesterday and a medium-ish issue involving L's neighbor friend; her family decided to go on a walk without her while she was over at our house playing, but we needed to go pick up pizza by 4:11.
It all turned out fine, but basically what had happened was that she told them she could stay until 5:30 (without asking me) and they completely neglected to tell either her or me that they were going for a walk. She's ten, so I suppose it might have been okay for her to stay at home alone, but she seemed anxious about it and explicitly said she didn't want to do it. At the end of the day I'm not going to force a kid to go home alone when they don't even want to. *sigh* The parents (well, the mom) was pretty apologetic, and so was I and, to be fair, I should check in more frequently around timelines. However, there's also the factor where they tend to communicate with me not at all (and vice versa) and I feel that this is a recurring issue. Typically it's presented by the neighbor kid as needing to check in with her parents and then giving me a time and asking if it's okay with me and me saying yes. I don't think this happened on this occasion, but maybe it did, but probably not because she was surprised by L having a different friend over for a playdate. Woof. Point is: be the adult, Clara, and more communication with the parents. Even if you really, really don't want to.
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