Funeral, Television, Shopping, Lousy Family
The wife's aunt's adoptive mother (got all that? I need a flow chart to keep track of it, quite frankly) had recently passed away, so the wife and I attended her funeral this morning. The Mother In Law, her Beau and the Uncle were also there, so after the service we elected to skip the graveside service (which seemed a little too above and beyond considering the vague relation) and instead went to brunch downtown. The food was good and we visited a bit and tried to nail down the specific relationship the deceased had to the wife's aunt, which I think I understand, but might be hard pressed to give details of a week from now.
The wife and I picked up a coffee on the way back to the house and pretty much relaxed on the couch for the afternoon with some stuff off the TiVo, as it's been getting stuffed to the brim with a few shows that we're behind on. We watched a couple episodes of Being Human, crossing the halfway mark in the 3rd season, which I hope to finish tomorrow, then the wife caught a nap while I went to the local books, music and video outlet in search of a specific book.
Y'see, last night I was flipping through a bargain book catalog and noticed that they had a couple books by Andrew Vachss, an author who I used to read religiously but have sort of fallen out of the habit of keeping up with in recent years. A bit of further investigation revealed that while I hadn't bought anything in awhile, I'm just 4 books shy of owning all 18 novels he wrote featuring the Burke character, who is an unlicensed private eye operating in New York City who is frequently drawn into cases in which he pretty much puts a lot of child abusers in the ground. The author is a lawyer specializing in child abuse cases, representing children exclusively, so the subject matter is near and dear to his heart.
But I digress...what struck me was that I have (either in hardcover or paperback, and occasionally both formats) 14 of the 18 novels he wrote with this character, so I ordered two of those I was missing for $5 or $6 apiece last night from the catalog folks, thinking I might try to locate the remaining two locally, or resort to Amazon vendors for cheap if that plan failed. I found this afternoon that trying to shop locally for a specific item was again an exercise in futility. This seems to be the running theme of life in the computer age, as I try my best to 'keep the money in our area' as we've had ad campaigns at various times suggest one should try to do, only to find that our area retailers fail me at almost every turn. I can shop for tons of impulse purchase items, but if I have a specific item in my head when I enter a store, Vegas odds are that I'll end up buying it online about an hour later at the house.
Suffice to say, I've ordered my remaining two books this evening, so I'll soon be revisiting the early novels that I haven't read since the late '90s or so.
I also made a run by the liquor store for some martini supplies while I was out, only to find that we're in the middle of an olive juice drought in our area, so I have to be sparing when shaking up my dirty martinis for the time being.
The wife and I worked our way through the Thursday evening NBC comedy fare and this week's Justified, then the wife eventually stepped out to pick up some dinner from a restaurant downtown. She returned with the food and in a bad mood, having spent some time on the phone with the Middle Sister, who naturally managed to spin her usual manipulative web of bullshit to turn what should be a happy day into a guilt trip for the wife. Briefly: The Middle Sister's son has a school program that happens to fall on the wife's birthday, so she figured she'd see her midday at that, as the MS is still 'feuding' with the Older Sister over shit from last year because no one is willing to apologize.
Aside: The MS is WAY out of line on that issue as well, in case anyone is looking for a theme or pattern to this bullshit. The MS has now decided that she doesn't want to go to her son's program because I don't know precisely, something about how the school gives her bad vibes, which may very well be the case, as she does have myriad health issues, both mental and physical. I'd hope that as an adult maybe she could put them aside for a fucking hour to be around for her kid, but I guess I expect too much from people and should just go fuck myself.
Her new plan was that the wife should let her take her out for lunch, which would probably cock up the idea that the rest of us are going to an early dinner at the country club that the MS won't attend because of her Hatfield & McCoys relationship with the Older Sister. So now the wife is made to feel as though she has to either make a special time to meet her after the Nephew's program (that his own mother can't be bothered to put aside the crazy long enough to attend, mind you!), otherwise she's not making time for them to be together.
I'm naturally pissed off that the MS is upsetting my wife, as the wife is sweet and feels like she's somehow letting her sibling down by not being immediately available for this weird scheduling change that kinda throws everyone else's schedule off on her birthday. I swear to God, it's a good thing I'm an only child, as I would have legally emancipated myself completely from any familial bonds by the time I was 15 if I had been privy to any of this kind of manipulation, as I have zero patience for this kind of nonsense.
Hell, I even called the Middle Sister myself, as I wanted to suggest a small early lunch before this stupid program, and her phone was answered and left off the hook (you could hear that it was connected, as there was background noise, but no one actually acknowledged the call), which is either a sign of her kid's lousy phone etiquette or her own nutso shit where she 'just can't deal with anything right now', either option of which is as fucking maddening as you'd imagine it to be. I told the wife that perhaps we should drive to the Middle Sister's house and ring the bell to discuss this, truly grabbing the bull by the horns. When she doesn't answer we can then call the police and have the door broken down to make certain she's not in a position to harm herself, because you wanna play hard to get, let's see how ugly we can get with it lady.
You wanna get nuts? Let's get nuts.
I just want the wife to have a fun birthday week, not spend it worrying about someone's made up hurt feelings because they're looking for shit to whinge about, but I suppose that's asking too much for this family.
The wife's mood lightened over the course of our meal and a couple episodes of Hawaii Five-O, the first season of which is still limping along due to frequent breaks they keep taking with re-runs and whatnot. I seriously feel like we've been watching this show for YEARS at this point and we're barely toward the end of the first season.
We called it a night around 10:00 and I started composing this, as I wanted to make sure I expressed my bitterness and annoyance just right.
Be seeing you.
Tag, you're it, Baggy Eyes! Funeral, Brunch, In-Laws, Television, TiVo, Being Human, Books, Andrew Vachss, Shopping, Errands, Justified, Family Drama, Irritation, Pain In The Ass, Hawaii Five-O