pretty quiet week this week if you ignore whatever the hell is going on with our bathroom toilet, which has a diagnostic issue we can’t troubleshoot and which has flooded once this week. calling maintenance once again to see if we can figure this out so i don’t have to plunge every third time we flush (ironically it’d be way easier if we just had to plunge every time–but it’s the times we don’t that make this extremely bizarre)
I’m out of town to help my parents move. Oh my god, my mom has so much shit. Especially kitchen stuff. Yes, she cooks (and cooks very well), but it’s not like she’s a passionate chef or baker who’s always cooking in her freetime, as like a hobby. Nor is she cooking to feed a family of 5. No, it’s just her and my dad, and my younger brother (who’s only just living at home temporarily again). My dad doesn’t have nearly as much stuff.
It’s boomer-level conspicuous consumption at it’s worst.
On the plus side, it’s my birthday today (as of this post). 37yo. What a weird age to be. It feels like no-man’s land. Gonna fly to San Diego for a few days to celebrate and enjoy. Off the rest of the week to do that. Rarely do the whole “birthday week” thing, but I needed a vacation.
Sounds like my parents’ kitchen. It used to be somewhat sensible, and my mother doesn’t have much interest in buying stuff for it, but my father will just appear with things for her.
She’s finally got him to ease off a lot lately, but he’ll still try to persuade her to let him order things she doesn’t need or want.
Happy Birthday vacationing!!