![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
+ We have survived the Great Hargray Internet Outage of 2024. If you were in GA, SC, FL, or AL with Hargray as your internet provider, you were out of internet most of yesterday. Fortunately, it was fixed before bedtime last night.
- I have discovered one of the reasons why I have been having more flare-ups, migraines, and fatigue over the last two months. My FIL has been glutening me--not enough to make me puke but enough to evoke an autoimmune response that has me lowkey feeling like shit all the time. Hurray! He clearly doesn't believe it's something he should be careful about; maybe he even thinks I'm just being precious about it. If an 11 year old can keep me safe, then he is certainly capable. But he doesn't care to. I realized this when I saw him get a piece of pizza and then use the same hand to get the ice scooper; I called him out on it, and he was a jackass about it. Which is another problem. You can't explain the rules to him or call him out on anything without him being a jackass. Josh also gave away his beautiful, expensive, bespoke butcher block cutting board that he got for Christmas because FIL got crumbs all over it. I cried and cried over that one and felt terribly guilty.
Fortunately, Josh is 100% on my side. He reamed his father out and told him he could never speak to me like that again and that he had to follow the rules, etc. To FIL's credit, he apologized to me the next day, and in front of Fiona, but it wasn't long before I saw him about to cross-contaminate the lunch meat again. This time when I told him to get his lunch meat and cheese before his bread, he just did it instead of clapping back at me. But it's clear that when left to his own devices, he just does whatever.
So, I now have my own little stash of lunch meat hidden in the depths of the fridge where he can't find it, and I feel much better physically if not mentally.
+ I just finished rereading the Parasol Protectorate series, which is delightful fun. I wish I had thought to nominate it for Yuletide, but I reread the whole series in a whirlwind last week to prepare for a reading group this week. Steampunk + all the slash, femslash, and het you could want = great fun.
( PP book reviews )
- Objectively, living with FIL is fine. But subjectively, it is really starting to chafe. He is either sitting silently in his chair and completely disinterested in making conversation to the point that he doesn't even look at people when they come in the room (he's always been like this) or in his bedroom napping. It's hard to explain how tiresome it is to be in the company of someone like that day after day after day. And this part makes me feel like a shitheel, but what makes it worse is that he's never expressed a single bit of gratitude, not said thank you one time, for us completely upending our lives and bringing him here. :(
- I have discovered one of the reasons why I have been having more flare-ups, migraines, and fatigue over the last two months. My FIL has been glutening me--not enough to make me puke but enough to evoke an autoimmune response that has me lowkey feeling like shit all the time. Hurray! He clearly doesn't believe it's something he should be careful about; maybe he even thinks I'm just being precious about it. If an 11 year old can keep me safe, then he is certainly capable. But he doesn't care to. I realized this when I saw him get a piece of pizza and then use the same hand to get the ice scooper; I called him out on it, and he was a jackass about it. Which is another problem. You can't explain the rules to him or call him out on anything without him being a jackass. Josh also gave away his beautiful, expensive, bespoke butcher block cutting board that he got for Christmas because FIL got crumbs all over it. I cried and cried over that one and felt terribly guilty.
Fortunately, Josh is 100% on my side. He reamed his father out and told him he could never speak to me like that again and that he had to follow the rules, etc. To FIL's credit, he apologized to me the next day, and in front of Fiona, but it wasn't long before I saw him about to cross-contaminate the lunch meat again. This time when I told him to get his lunch meat and cheese before his bread, he just did it instead of clapping back at me. But it's clear that when left to his own devices, he just does whatever.
So, I now have my own little stash of lunch meat hidden in the depths of the fridge where he can't find it, and I feel much better physically if not mentally.
+ I just finished rereading the Parasol Protectorate series, which is delightful fun. I wish I had thought to nominate it for Yuletide, but I reread the whole series in a whirlwind last week to prepare for a reading group this week. Steampunk + all the slash, femslash, and het you could want = great fun.
( PP book reviews )- Objectively, living with FIL is fine. But subjectively, it is really starting to chafe. He is either sitting silently in his chair and completely disinterested in making conversation to the point that he doesn't even look at people when they come in the room (he's always been like this) or in his bedroom napping. It's hard to explain how tiresome it is to be in the company of someone like that day after day after day. And this part makes me feel like a shitheel, but what makes it worse is that he's never expressed a single bit of gratitude, not said thank you one time, for us completely upending our lives and bringing him here. :(
