There are laughs to be had here, my friends - as you knew there would be. I chose to find my sisters entertaining rather than irritating. I succeeded, mostly. (insert image of me taking a bow).
The car ride was fairly uneventful. It's really hard to explain my sisters. I'll try. For starters, they act older than their biological age. They are 55 and 53, but yet almost 80. They both speak in 'whine' mode, which makes me want to chug a glass of wine.
Most sentences start with 'I MEAN . . . ' (followed by something exasperating) or 'WELL, I TOLD HIM/HER TO JUST . . . ' (followed by something exasperating).
Marie speaks in a fake voice, what I call a 'phone voice' - like when she answers the phone. I can't do that. Maybe it's just too much for me to remember:
Who am I right now? Overly polite and sweet even though I was hollering at my kids 10 seconds ago? Or, hmm, trying to think if I have another persona that I'd be forced to switch from IF I bothered. Nope. Just the one.
Thursday at 11:00 am, Ann and I drove to Milwaukee in my kids' car to meet up with Marie. Our minivan was in the shop. Translation: the fam left with the Great White only. Ann wanted to leave her car home for her college age daughter, even though she wasn't sure she'd use it.
Meanwhile the plan with our ONE car was to get people to the following: Ed worked. Someone drove Reg to his final exam on Friday and Mini got to her exam on Thursday. And Coach was at work with a car. It's a riddle that only a true Shenanigan can work out. Don't try this at home. May cause mind explosion.
Fortunately the minivan was done Thursday - sooner than expected, so the car shuffling was manageable. Coach did text me that he had to ask the kids to pick him up from work on Thursday. He was like WHY DIDN'T YOU GUYS GO PICK UP THE MINIVAN BEFORE YOU CAME TO GET ME? and they were confused in general and then wondered where the gray car had gone. I AM INVISIBLE AND NO ONE LISTENS TO ME. LIKE, HELLO? I TOLD YOU I WAS DRIVING IT TO MILWAUKEE.
On our drive to Milwaukee, I told Ann that I'd recently talked to her son, Prince.
Ann: OH WHAT FOR?
I explained the need to return the shoes he bought Curly. Well, I guess sharing this was not something I thought through enough.
Ann: (after I explained that Curly JUST got a new pair of basketball shoes and we weren't sure what size she'd be when this pair wore out) WELL, SHE SHOULD JUST KEEP THEM. HE WAS REALLY EXCITED ABOUT HIS IDEA. GOSH. JUST HAVE HER KEEP THEM.
*as if the conversation between Prince and I didn't already happen. Trust me - I told him what a great idea it was, etc. BTW Curly feels so bad she told me to tell him not to get her anything else.
I hadn't felt great the few days before we left. Would my at-home test be positive? Maybe I was symptom-free but ill. Sometimes I get headaches that are more related to muscle aches, especially when I strain my neck during a workout.
I brought my laptop to the workout room at the
hotel and managed to set up a sweet space
to workout in and no one interrupted me.
I only did a 45 min class. No headache.
My shutdown daycare meant I'd been doing more hour long classes taped early in the pandemic. True butt-kickers.
Wednesday night I took the ornaments and lights off the tree. Coach had been quarantining in there, so the tree was left up longer than planned. I felt a tad dizzy. Maybe I hadn't eaten enough that day? (but, I like food). Maybe I was just tired? I was freaked out about testing in the morning.
Marie texted Ann and I. SHOULD WE TAKE A TEST TONIGHT AND THEN AGAIN IN THE MORNING?
WTF? Why would we do that? I texted back: morning only.
I felt like my eyes were sucked into my head and the bridge of my nose felt bruised. I wondered if I had a sinus infection. I'd been somewhat congested since Christmas.
|It has been a WHILE since|
I sat in a bathroom
and waited to see how
many lines showed up
. I was rarely wrong, and I was
usually thrilled with
a positive test.
Sign of the times.
I was ELATED when the test was negative.
From the car, I called my doctor to get an appointment on Saturday in case I had a sinus infection. They offered to do a phone consult while we drove.
The doc thought I might have covid. She wanted me to take a PCR test when I got to Minnesota. I felt strongly that I didn't have covid. The antigen test was negative. I get that it isn't as sensitive as a PCR, but I'd had a head ache for a few days so if that was covid related, then I would've tested positive.
At any rate, I was in the car with my seesters, see that - I've chosen a fun nickname for my aging-before-their-time sibs. I had the phone pressed to my ear so hard hoping they wouldn't hear what the doc thought. AWKWARD. I assumed they had no idea that she wanted me to get a PCR, because they didn't bring it up or attempt to eject me from the car.
Sunday 1/16th health update: No sinus infection. I feel totally fine. I'm guessing it was a combo deal: tired, stress, muscle aches.
When we got to the wake, I put on my mask that Coach supplies me from his PT clinic with a cloth mask over it, which is not necessary. Marie had on an N95. She saw me and gasped: OH, DO YOU THINK I NEED TWO MASKS?
What? You have an N95. Settle, sis. Settle. Are you getting that settling down in not Marie's normal mode?
If there was a label we could assign dear Ann, it would be BROKEN RECORD MODE, or BRM. *I'd also label her as incredibly insensitive, but more on that in another post.* Her other issue that stands out is that if she wouldn't do XYZ, then anyone who would do XYZ is weird. Make sense?
At one point, Ann asked why I was typing on my phone so much. I explained that I was responding to comments on my blog. She asked if I make money blogging. I told her:
I don't make money, just friends.
Can I get that on a t-shirt? Maybe it's already been done. I'm not always on the cusp of things.
I will give Ann credit here, because in the past she's said THAT'S WEIRD, in regards to the fact that I even HAVE a blog. Perfect example: she doesn't do it, therefore WEIRD.
This was part 1 of 3, but possibly more. I just got off the phone with Delilah and she jogged my memory a bit and I've thought of additional moments I might share. My favorite broken record moment is upcoming.
*Please give a shout out to Delilah in the comments. She reads my posts even though she knows all the details - or most of them, after chatting with me for hours . . . and while we're on the phone she puts up with me shuffling cars on the driveway, delivering laundry to bedrooms, waking up a sleeping Mini - LIKE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? ARE YOU READY FOR SCHOOL TOMORROW? -(she had no school today and slept over at a friends), and all the rest. Please let me know in the comments if you'd like to follow me around via phone one night. Maybe it can be arranged? Check with Delilah before you sign up, it might cause dizziness and she might not recommend it. Poor Delilah is getting over covid.