The conversation we sort of had
May. 11th, 2001 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sanpaku_backupMe: So, you're almost ready to leave the house?
Mother in law: Yes, I'm doing the last dishes and then we are out the door. Felix is out on the front porch.
Me: Uh, could you maybe let him out now, before you go? I'm a bit worried...
Her: No, people are coming in and out of the house and he'd be gone like a shot and I'm not chasing him.
Me: Well then could you maybe just call me before you leave? ... Uh, so I can know when you go, and stuff. (Thinking: And I can make 100% sure the cat won't starve to death all weekend.)
Her: Well, actually it is an inconvenience. Why would you need me to do that?
Me: ... Uh, well, OK then. (Thinking: God damn it, I am going to worry about the cat all fucking weekend. I am sure you will forget about him.)
But I never say what I think.
Other than that it has been good to have her here. Meals in the evening and dishes are cleaned. Without me having to do either one!
Mrs. Sanpaku has now lost 16 pounds in 6 weeks.
I have been writing a journal article to send it off. One of my office mates got an academic job and I feel particularly low about all that these days. Of course, good for him, good for me: one less American historian to be laid off in the fall when the textbook is finished and all our hard work has not been rewarded.
Did I mention already that I have no idea if Bob knows I authored the great module that is selling like hotcakes? I still have no idea. Yeah, they make us feel... like treasured assets.
I have no idea what to do with myself though it is increasingly bothering me that I have no idea. Until now I could blame the weather for doing nothing with my life.
Mother in law: Yes, I'm doing the last dishes and then we are out the door. Felix is out on the front porch.
Me: Uh, could you maybe let him out now, before you go? I'm a bit worried...
Her: No, people are coming in and out of the house and he'd be gone like a shot and I'm not chasing him.
Me: Well then could you maybe just call me before you leave? ... Uh, so I can know when you go, and stuff. (Thinking: And I can make 100% sure the cat won't starve to death all weekend.)
Her: Well, actually it is an inconvenience. Why would you need me to do that?
Me: ... Uh, well, OK then. (Thinking: God damn it, I am going to worry about the cat all fucking weekend. I am sure you will forget about him.)
But I never say what I think.
Other than that it has been good to have her here. Meals in the evening and dishes are cleaned. Without me having to do either one!
Mrs. Sanpaku has now lost 16 pounds in 6 weeks.
I have been writing a journal article to send it off. One of my office mates got an academic job and I feel particularly low about all that these days. Of course, good for him, good for me: one less American historian to be laid off in the fall when the textbook is finished and all our hard work has not been rewarded.
Did I mention already that I have no idea if Bob knows I authored the great module that is selling like hotcakes? I still have no idea. Yeah, they make us feel... like treasured assets.
I have no idea what to do with myself though it is increasingly bothering me that I have no idea. Until now I could blame the weather for doing nothing with my life.
