Not going well.
Nov. 29th, 2021 09:56 pmLast Saturday was more or less a wash, about breaking even.
My family met my younger brother and his girlfriend out in Queens for lunch, but because they were late in leaving from upstate, and we ran into traffic with trouble parking on our end, getting there proved harder than anyone wanted. Once everyone convened, we went to a family-style Italian restaurant where the main draw was food served at scale without much attention given to the food itself. As such meals go, it was decent, and I would've been better with it if they'd made it clear from the get-go which items were and weren't vegetarian - as![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
akire_yta once had said to her, "But it's only a *little* bacon!"
Though to the place's credit, their espressos were delicious. Smooth and rich and pleasantly bitter, they served them in thick, clear glasses, like large shotglasses, so you could see them swirl around as you stirred. I wanted milk, but they only had cream, so they served me as much cream as espresso in another little glass. Honestly the best thing I ate at the restaurant that day.
Banking on caffeine's ability to suppress appetite, I had three of them.
What was genuinely fun was talking to the girlfriend about Sondheim and how good it was she had so much more to listen to. That and the espresso. Basically nothing else was worth the time of day.
Today began with me sleeping in until one, on account of having gone to bed so late the night before. Soon after, I fell off my bike, skinning my other knee, though it seems to mostly be a dermal abrasion and general ache rather than a deeper tissue injury. On top of a large number of minor communication problems, when I called my dad to give him the new information I'd gotten on the bed's delivery, he said it was time to get serious about a mattress, which had me exploding at him and me breaking down into tears.
I hadn't ever said the mattress was as important as the rug, hadn't pushed the mattress as something important, tried to explain how the rug needed help being put in but the mattress didn't, and ended up a mess in thinking I hadn't been able to communicate something and not being told if I had or hadn't done a good job of things.
He said we might go to a store, and check things out on the website first; I nearly shrieked at him at why we weren't going to call ahead to see if they had items in stock, and he didn't have an answer.
So there's still more communication problems, with none of the relevant problems currently being addressed or helped. Things aren't going too great over here these days.
My family met my younger brother and his girlfriend out in Queens for lunch, but because they were late in leaving from upstate, and we ran into traffic with trouble parking on our end, getting there proved harder than anyone wanted. Once everyone convened, we went to a family-style Italian restaurant where the main draw was food served at scale without much attention given to the food itself. As such meals go, it was decent, and I would've been better with it if they'd made it clear from the get-go which items were and weren't vegetarian - as
akire_yta once had said to her, "But it's only a *little* bacon!"Though to the place's credit, their espressos were delicious. Smooth and rich and pleasantly bitter, they served them in thick, clear glasses, like large shotglasses, so you could see them swirl around as you stirred. I wanted milk, but they only had cream, so they served me as much cream as espresso in another little glass. Honestly the best thing I ate at the restaurant that day.
Banking on caffeine's ability to suppress appetite, I had three of them.
What was genuinely fun was talking to the girlfriend about Sondheim and how good it was she had so much more to listen to. That and the espresso. Basically nothing else was worth the time of day.
Today began with me sleeping in until one, on account of having gone to bed so late the night before. Soon after, I fell off my bike, skinning my other knee, though it seems to mostly be a dermal abrasion and general ache rather than a deeper tissue injury. On top of a large number of minor communication problems, when I called my dad to give him the new information I'd gotten on the bed's delivery, he said it was time to get serious about a mattress, which had me exploding at him and me breaking down into tears.
I hadn't ever said the mattress was as important as the rug, hadn't pushed the mattress as something important, tried to explain how the rug needed help being put in but the mattress didn't, and ended up a mess in thinking I hadn't been able to communicate something and not being told if I had or hadn't done a good job of things.
He said we might go to a store, and check things out on the website first; I nearly shrieked at him at why we weren't going to call ahead to see if they had items in stock, and he didn't have an answer.
So there's still more communication problems, with none of the relevant problems currently being addressed or helped. Things aren't going too great over here these days.
