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Jan. 7th, 2008
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Jan. 7th, 2008 05:49 pmWhat it feels like, really, is this massive tidal wave just obliterated our house, and we're stuck bobbing in deep water with no shore in sight.
And my brother just kinda bobbed out of sight and every now and then we see him, a little speck in the distance and we know he's above the waves but we have no blessed clue how well. And Andrea's kinda trying to do the same thing but she doesn't do it so well, so what really happens is she'll bob over and try to get me to help but she doesn't want to need help so she just splashes me and bobs away a bit again.
And Mom is just barely keeping it together, and she keeps getting too tired to tread water and Dad and I have to be watching her all the time so we can hold her up when she needs it. Except at the end of the day, Dad and I aren't in any better shape, 'cause we're all just bobbing, so there's only so much we can really do.
And you guys, I am just so fucking lost right now. *puts the metaphor - simile, whatever - to rest* If it explains things a little more - it's a long-running family joke that I'm actually Kathy's daughter, there was just some kind of cosmic mix-up that led to me being biologically Mom's.
I think I've got a game plan, if nothing else. Original plan was to go back to NC at some point this week or next, sort my shit, ship my computer up here, spend some time with the kitties, and fly back up. Neither of my parents like the idea - a lot of money and hassle for a week of kitty time, really.
What they've been saying, mainly, and this is what changed my mind, is since we have no idea the time frame we have, it's fairly likely I'll get down there and have to come right back. So I've called Elli-the-roomie and assuming she doesn't mind taking care of the kitties for...however long, I'm staying.
And getting a new computer. Dad's idea. Not arguing.
Other than that...*flails* is about the best I can do for a description. Just...*flails*
And my brother just kinda bobbed out of sight and every now and then we see him, a little speck in the distance and we know he's above the waves but we have no blessed clue how well. And Andrea's kinda trying to do the same thing but she doesn't do it so well, so what really happens is she'll bob over and try to get me to help but she doesn't want to need help so she just splashes me and bobs away a bit again.
And Mom is just barely keeping it together, and she keeps getting too tired to tread water and Dad and I have to be watching her all the time so we can hold her up when she needs it. Except at the end of the day, Dad and I aren't in any better shape, 'cause we're all just bobbing, so there's only so much we can really do.
And you guys, I am just so fucking lost right now. *puts the metaphor - simile, whatever - to rest* If it explains things a little more - it's a long-running family joke that I'm actually Kathy's daughter, there was just some kind of cosmic mix-up that led to me being biologically Mom's.
I think I've got a game plan, if nothing else. Original plan was to go back to NC at some point this week or next, sort my shit, ship my computer up here, spend some time with the kitties, and fly back up. Neither of my parents like the idea - a lot of money and hassle for a week of kitty time, really.
What they've been saying, mainly, and this is what changed my mind, is since we have no idea the time frame we have, it's fairly likely I'll get down there and have to come right back. So I've called Elli-the-roomie and assuming she doesn't mind taking care of the kitties for...however long, I'm staying.
And getting a new computer. Dad's idea. Not arguing.
Other than that...*flails* is about the best I can do for a description. Just...*flails*