I think I’ve managed to get everyone pissed at me for entirely different reasons!
- Avdi might be pissed because yesterday I got distracted gardening when I should have been sorting out the shopping list, putting in an order, and picking it up. I tried to make up for it today by doing more housework.
- Y is pissed at me because I wouldn’t take him straight from school to someplace to watch friends horseback riding without getting permission first, and when I asked where is it, he was all ” Why do grownups always ask for directions? You have a phone!!” Also, I did have other things to do for Avdi.
- E was pissed at me because I asked if he was all prepared for the chicken project with equipment, site prepared properly, and lots of money. (From what I’ve seen, he isn’t, but what do I know?) He wants me to drive him to pick up chicks on Saturday. He said, “You don’t trust me??” (Later he bought some equipment I had suggested he might need for chicks.)
- K is more tolerant, but I could tell he wanted me to make a special trip to get more tortilla chips for the nachos he wasn’t, and then was, going to make (on my suggestion) instead of the more elaborate meal he wasn’t prepared to make, so I anticipated by saying I wouldn’t be doing that. So he asked A to get some on his way home.
- I’m pissed at me because a job Avdi gave me, selling some used items on Marketplace, isn’t coming together easily for me. I took the photos, gathered the info, tried to estimate the prices based on eBay, which was not straightforward, then couldn’t figure out the simplest task of adding the G-photos to the listing. I get so frustrated with the simplest tech.
Avdi is probably more pissed at me for bothering him with all these dilemmas while he was trying to work remotely. That makes all of us pissed at me for failing to navigate the challenges of dealing with 21st century mishegoss.
Somewhere in there I did manage to do a garden thing: I constructed a mockup of a trellis idea for the new front garden area.
Apparently people aren’t pissed at me after all? I’m so confused.
K made great nachos, and then made great chicken kebabs. In between courses, I took the kids’ friend S home, and came in to meet his mother and English bulldog Henry. We really hit it off, and seemed to have lots in common. But when I returned to A’s, E told me that was a façade, the mother is usually emotionally abusive to S when others aren’t around. I guess I still take people at face value and don’t pick up on the undercurrents. I’m hoping the visit will maybe have a beneficial effect on that dynamic.
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