Hey! Where'd I go?

When last we saw our intrepid adventurer, featherynscale had lost its job, and was in a deep funk of despair. Well, kids, in the immortal words of Morrissey, I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and while I'm not particularly miserable now, I am quite a bit busier. I am working in/as the HR office for a nonprofit company that assists mentally retarded and developmentally disabled people to live more or less independently. If you're quick on the uptake, you might ask, "Is that the same company agrnmn works for?" The answer to that question would be, "Yes, in fact, although I work in the daytime and he works at night, so it's not like we get to hang out."

Anyway, in addition to that craziness, which I will probably talk about more in-depth later (the office is full of Scary), there have been all sorts of Exciting Events with the relatives. My crazy grandmother had a stroke, and is recovering -- she's currently in a rehab facility, and is crazier than ever, but seems to be doing well. Also, my sister did in fact have a baby, and they are well. They are in Maryland, for some reason that I really can't fathom, but there it is.

So I was thinking to myself, "Self, soon might be a good time to visit the relatives." So I polled the household, found that they might be up for a brief trip to Florida in the summer, and then called Mum, just sort of as a heads-up.

"We're coming to visit," I said.

"Who's we?," said she, snottily.

"Me and kittenpants and triadruid," I said.

There was a pause. And then, somewhat muzzily, "Are you going to want to stay at the house?"

"No, we'll probably get a room," I said, which I'm sure will touch off some interesting discussions later. But that's fine -- I mean, it had to happen some time, right?

Hey! Where'd I go?

When last we saw our intrepid adventurer, featherynscale had lost its job, and was in a deep funk of despair. Well, kids, in the immortal words of Morrissey, I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and while I'm not particularly miserable now, I am quite a bit busier. I am working in/as the HR office for a nonprofit company that assists mentally retarded and developmentally disabled people to live more or less independently. If you're quick on the uptake, you might ask, "Is that the same company agrnmn works for?" The answer to that question would be, "Yes, in fact, although I work in the daytime and he works at night, so it's not like we get to hang out."

Anyway, in addition to that craziness, which I will probably talk about more in-depth later (the office is full of Scary), there have been all sorts of Exciting Events with the relatives. My crazy grandmother had a stroke, and is recovering -- she's currently in a rehab facility, and is crazier than ever, but seems to be doing well. Also, my sister did in fact have a baby, and they are well. They are in Maryland, for some reason that I really can't fathom, but there it is.

So I was thinking to myself, "Self, soon might be a good time to visit the relatives." So I polled the household, found that they might be up for a brief trip to Florida in the summer, and then called Mum, just sort of as a heads-up.

"We're coming to visit," I said.

"Who's we?," said she, snottily.

"Me and kittenpants and triadruid," I said.

There was a pause. And then, somewhat muzzily, "Are you going to want to stay at the house?"

"No, we'll probably get a room," I said, which I'm sure will touch off some interesting discussions later. But that's fine -- I mean, it had to happen some time, right?