[196/366] catching up with my parents
Jul. 14th, 2020 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cosmolinguistNormally I spent about half an hour a week skyping with my parents but I just spent about an hour and a half doing it. Uffda, as we say in Minnesota.
It was actually really nice, not stressful or sad like these conversations sometimes are, but I'm still wiped out. And they asked me to talk just as I was finally thinking I might start getting some work done, but that's not happening now.
But my parents are pretty great sometimes and it's fun that this was one of those.
It was a wide-ranging conversation. I apologized to Andrew, who could hear it all, that he had to hear about "what foods give my mom diarrhea" and "her friend has a bleeding nipple" (ah, old ladies! and this is apparently nothing too bad which is excellent news because the friend in question is really nice).
Andrew's like, "oh that's all fine, it was just all the green bean talk that was disgusting!" There was a fair bit of green bean talk. My dad was showing off green beans he'd just picked from the garden and apparently I've known Andrew for 16 years without knowing he hates green beans so much.
My parents also told me about my cousin's kids, who must be about 6 now, on vacation up north. They weren't let in the fish house by my useless uncle who thought that'd somehow save them from covid, so they stood peeking in the screen door while he was cleaning the fish, shouting "pop the eyes out so we can play with them!" My extended family's trying so hard to make these three, by sheer force of will, into Proper Girls and it's not working at all, I love it.
Yes conversations with my parents need a lot of specific CWs that seem kinda worrying but aren't that bad, no they don't know about CWs, yes this is one reason talking to them is exhausting. Not least because it's like part this stuff and then part really boring stuff about banking or the weather. The conversational whiplash can be immense.
It was actually really nice, not stressful or sad like these conversations sometimes are, but I'm still wiped out. And they asked me to talk just as I was finally thinking I might start getting some work done, but that's not happening now.
But my parents are pretty great sometimes and it's fun that this was one of those.
It was a wide-ranging conversation. I apologized to Andrew, who could hear it all, that he had to hear about "what foods give my mom diarrhea" and "her friend has a bleeding nipple" (ah, old ladies! and this is apparently nothing too bad which is excellent news because the friend in question is really nice).
Andrew's like, "oh that's all fine, it was just all the green bean talk that was disgusting!" There was a fair bit of green bean talk. My dad was showing off green beans he'd just picked from the garden and apparently I've known Andrew for 16 years without knowing he hates green beans so much.
My parents also told me about my cousin's kids, who must be about 6 now, on vacation up north. They weren't let in the fish house by my useless uncle who thought that'd somehow save them from covid, so they stood peeking in the screen door while he was cleaning the fish, shouting "pop the eyes out so we can play with them!" My extended family's trying so hard to make these three, by sheer force of will, into Proper Girls and it's not working at all, I love it.
Yes conversations with my parents need a lot of specific CWs that seem kinda worrying but aren't that bad, no they don't know about CWs, yes this is one reason talking to them is exhausting. Not least because it's like part this stuff and then part really boring stuff about banking or the weather. The conversational whiplash can be immense.