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Yesterday my Aunt S. phoned - she'd received my letter - and we had a nice, long conversation, during the course of which she advised me that I should be up front with people about the fact that I have social anxiety.
I took her advice, and later in the day I took two jars of apple butter down to the wife of the guy who plowed our driveway last year. Eor and I had made 23 jars the other day and he had suggested I take some down to them. And she's the exact opposite sort of person to me, she's the "Come on in, sit down!" type, before she even knew why I was there. Very old fashioned, I love that, I have to remember it - don't press people for why they are there, bring them in and let them sit down. Before I knew it half an hour had tripped away and she had promised she will "scoop" me up and take me to visit the new neighbors. Somebody bought the house right next to hers, and she hasn't met them yet, but she's sure they must be nice people because they came to the History Barn the first time it was open after they arrived. They like history, they must be the right sort. She's the president of the local historical society. ;) So that was kind of awesome.
And then I went the rest of the way to the store, sat and wrote a letter to Aunt BJ, because of course Aunt S had already told Aunt BJ that she'd gotten a letter from me. Eor thinks that's sibling rivalry. Oh damn, I didn't get that letter in the mail today. Well, it's not going out tomorrow.
Tomorrow we'll spend out Thanksgiving evening at the Indian restaurant in Brunswick, which has been Eor's tradition for a few years, now. It's very unusual for me to be home for Thanksgiving. Usually I work, last year I went to Seattle and spent it with Hawk and his friends.
Oh, I think I forgot to post that I talked to Hawk finally, the other day. I had left voicemail and texted and such - he's not usually out of contact so long, but I guess this having a kid thing takes up time. However, we made plans! They're coming to the East Coast for Christmas to spend time with her parents on Cape Cod, so we'll go down of St. Stephen's Day/Boxing Day/Kwanzaa. Hawk and his Mate, with their usual reliance on good luck (and he usually has luck with travel, unlike the rest of the family) are flying on Christmas Eve. I predicted bad weather and delays, and we discussed what he might want to pack if they're caring for a baby in an airport for two days.
And other than all my boring personal stuff, I've been reading the Existence is the Most Exciting Thing of All series by SailorPtah. Holy shit, she turned Night Vale into a frigging heroic epic saga. 381,794 words, and I'm hooked. Cecil and Carlos's romance makes so much more sense.
Oh, wait! ETA: Eightball DID the shirt with the pic of the kid after all! I thought he was going with a professional looking button-down instead, but he had found a warmer long-sleeve t-shirt/light sweatshirt kind of thing, and he put the second pic on it, the clearer one.
I did have stuff to write after all. :)
I took her advice, and later in the day I took two jars of apple butter down to the wife of the guy who plowed our driveway last year. Eor and I had made 23 jars the other day and he had suggested I take some down to them. And she's the exact opposite sort of person to me, she's the "Come on in, sit down!" type, before she even knew why I was there. Very old fashioned, I love that, I have to remember it - don't press people for why they are there, bring them in and let them sit down. Before I knew it half an hour had tripped away and she had promised she will "scoop" me up and take me to visit the new neighbors. Somebody bought the house right next to hers, and she hasn't met them yet, but she's sure they must be nice people because they came to the History Barn the first time it was open after they arrived. They like history, they must be the right sort. She's the president of the local historical society. ;) So that was kind of awesome.
And then I went the rest of the way to the store, sat and wrote a letter to Aunt BJ, because of course Aunt S had already told Aunt BJ that she'd gotten a letter from me. Eor thinks that's sibling rivalry. Oh damn, I didn't get that letter in the mail today. Well, it's not going out tomorrow.
Tomorrow we'll spend out Thanksgiving evening at the Indian restaurant in Brunswick, which has been Eor's tradition for a few years, now. It's very unusual for me to be home for Thanksgiving. Usually I work, last year I went to Seattle and spent it with Hawk and his friends.
Oh, I think I forgot to post that I talked to Hawk finally, the other day. I had left voicemail and texted and such - he's not usually out of contact so long, but I guess this having a kid thing takes up time. However, we made plans! They're coming to the East Coast for Christmas to spend time with her parents on Cape Cod, so we'll go down of St. Stephen's Day/Boxing Day/Kwanzaa. Hawk and his Mate, with their usual reliance on good luck (and he usually has luck with travel, unlike the rest of the family) are flying on Christmas Eve. I predicted bad weather and delays, and we discussed what he might want to pack if they're caring for a baby in an airport for two days.
And other than all my boring personal stuff, I've been reading the Existence is the Most Exciting Thing of All series by SailorPtah. Holy shit, she turned Night Vale into a frigging heroic epic saga. 381,794 words, and I'm hooked. Cecil and Carlos's romance makes so much more sense.
Oh, wait! ETA: Eightball DID the shirt with the pic of the kid after all! I thought he was going with a professional looking button-down instead, but he had found a warmer long-sleeve t-shirt/light sweatshirt kind of thing, and he put the second pic on it, the clearer one.
I did have stuff to write after all. :)