I'm making an effort to write shorter posts. You wouldn't know it by this story, SO I'm gonna break this into parts. It's my family of origin nonsense, so I believe many of you already grasp the goofy dynamic.
In the fall, my dad fell and broke a bone in his ankle. On a Friday he was trying to crawl out of the crawl space after turning off the water to the sprinkler system.
We were visiting colleges that weekend. On Monday my mom asked if Coach could come look at Dad's ankle because he'd fallen DAYS ago. He wasn't able to weight bare all weekend.
Coach: SURE, I CAN LOOK AT IT. HE'LL STILL NEED AN XRAY.
Sure enough, broken. He landed in a boot.
Later, I said to Mom: WE LIVE AROUND THE CORNER. THE KIDS ARE HOME E-LEARNING. ONE OF US COULD'VE COME OVER.
Mom: I KNOW. YOUR BROTHER PAT IS SO UPSET. (sigh) HE SAID HE'D HAVE COME, BUT HE WAS JUST SO BUSY WITH EVERYTHING IN INDIANA. HE'S REALLY UPSET - HE WOULD'VE COME . . . (repeat phrase, at nauseum)
*she mentioned Pat's intention to come MORE THAN ONCE in the conversation, as if my saying THE.SAME.THING. DIDN'T REGISTER.
*I live about a half mile walk to my folk's house and I have strong teen boys. AVAILABLE. Pat lives about 17 minutes away.
Me (stupidly taking the bait): OH, WHAT'S HAPPENING IN INDIANA. DID HE HAVE A WORK CONFERENCE?
Mom: Oh, I guess . . . well, maybe you didn't know. (sputter, sputter) They just bought a lake house there. They've just been so busy closing on it, otherwise Pat would've stopped by . . . (me pounding head onto countertop, begging the repetition of Pat's #1 son position to cease).
Mini's reaction to Pat's lake house purchase was hilarious.
|Imagine Mini's response when |
she learns the house is on a
no wake lake, no tubing allowed.
Mini: I mean of course I'm jealous, but what on earth are they going to do with a lake house? Those kids don't go outside. They have to be on a tablet or device. Always. If Pat gets a boat, they'd never tube or anything. Totally outside their comfort zone. Plus, they're so fair - they can't ever be in the sun.
Pat texts me (a few weeks later): Sorry I didn't let you know about us buying a lake house, we closed on it the day you found out Ed tested positive for covid. It didn't seem like the right time.
What.the.actual.ef? I don't even understand that sentiment. I couldn't handle the news that you bought a lake house because my symptom-free kid had to figure out where to quarantine? Or maybe the truth is, Mom let it out of the bag, not knowing I'd been kept out of the loop. Things are awkward between my family and Pat's, so apparently he hadn't planned to tell me.
*I've just decided: writing a SHORT extra post this week. Either that or this post gets crazy long. Too busy to read ANOTHER post? That's OK - but it'll detail a bit of background I think is essential for 'getting' this situation, AND it'll explain the AWKWARDNESS between Pat's fam and mine that I just alluded to. Peeked your curiosity? Tune in tomorrow.
Coach and I will never own a lake house.
A) We can't afford it. I don't wish for my brother's life. At times I try to imagine what it would be like if my folks thought that I, too, walked on water. Ashamed to admit that, but how can I not wonder how that would be? That is SO not my situation. I don't drink the Kool Aid as I once did - vying for a better position, or at least I TRY not to. Clearly my brother thought I couldn't handle the news - he assumed I'd be jealous of him, I guess.
B) When would we use a lake house? Our kids are active with sports and jobs. Mainly in the summer: JOBS. They earn a butt load of money working their tails off to save for college tuition. Obviously my brother's kids don't need to work. I think working builds character. I for one live for the caddy stories.
The scene is set. Part II will be the background, and then Monday will be the frustrating bit, because this wasn't frustrating - just odd.