Picnic at the Elder Sister’s

Sunday night at Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses’ was great. Tex and he are rather cute together – it was clear they didn’t want to act too obviously like a “couple”, but they were definitely together. I hope it works out for them. Long distance romances can be hard.

The Professor drove us home from Man-who-uses-forty-foot-ladders-to-hang-birdhouses’ – I’d had a few ciders and was tired, so it didn’t seem like a good idea for me to be behind the wheel. It was a miserable night for driving – one o’clock in the morning, patches of thick fog, intermittent rain, and not much conversation from the tired girlfriend. I thought I’d end up crapping out on him, but I was concerned enough about helping with navigating that I ended up staying awake the whole time. The Professor gets quite exasperated with driving clutch when it involves paying tolls. Clutching, braking, rolling the window down, paying the toll, rolling the window up, clutching and starting up again is too much too fast for an inexperienced standard transmission driver to manage all at once.

Monday, while the Professor slept, I did a little computer work and read out on the balcony. He woke up in plenty of time to get to the Elder Sister’s. We ended up waiting on the Younger Sister and her husband for half an hour or so anyhow. The day turned out nicer than expected, and we were able to spend much of the time outside. For the first time, the ex’s name didn’t come up even once the entire time. And the Elder Sister only inquired once about the Professor’s current occupational status, and refrained from making helpful suggestions as to how he can improve his lot in life and move out of a teaching position into a job that “pays”. The sisters have promised to look after the cats while we’re in Oregon this August, which is a relief.

The Professor’s constant teasing continues to annoy. It’s as if I bore it and bore it and bore it, and just finally snapped. I don’t know why he has to make a cutting comment about *everything*. Since I sincerely believe that the bulk of “jokes” are based in reality, I have to believe that he half believes some of this teasing of his. He, of course, denies this, and maybe I’m simply projecting too much of myself onto him (if I joke, there is usually a kernel of truth buried in there). Well, last night ended well, and today started well, with a good snuggle before I dragged myself out of bed. Time to move on.

Similar Posts

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *