gone nuclear

My family has become somewhat ineffective at dealing with itself. Everyone but my dad is highly self centered, and generally gets furious with the rest of the family’s uselessness. My dad good humouredly weathers almost all of it, but generally retreats to the basement and putters away the weekends with little regard to us. I don’t blame him, he’s got the right idea. No one hates each other, we’re not dysfunctional, nothing so melodramatic. We just sort of get on each other’s nerves when forced to actually converse, but quickly forget our gripes. My mom is frustrated and tired, and is becoming increasingly moushish. She just moves various ornaments around the house to occupy her free time. My sister and I are lazy and unforthcoming. I usually just vent all of my frustrations at the rest of the family, regardless of whether it has anything to do with them. My dad’s nice to all of us, but my sister doesn’t talk to him much and I seem unable to hold up in dialogue.

I’m reading this book, Wobegon Boy. One of the Garrison Keeler (sp?) novels. At least my family beats out the crazy midwesterners it tends to gravitate towards, but I’m afraid that if we live together here long enough the differences will become indistinguishable.

17 Responses to “gone nuclear”

  1. cordelia Says:

    please define moushish.

  2. tom Says:

    fickle, moves things around the house constantly, scattered, not highly effective at any one thing. Goes to the grocery store and buys half of what she used to, never knows what else to get but somehow the overall food content in our house dwindles. She keeps moving furniture, paintings, anything that isn’t firmly bolted down (and occasionally some things that are), things keep shifting from room to room, floor to floor, but never really stay anywhere. I know it’s not a word, but I can’t think of one that describes it better than “mouse-ish”

  3. cordelia Says:

    anyone would do that if they had an *extra* room in their house with no purpose whatsoever.

  4. tom Says:

    We have an extra room?

  5. cordelia Says:

    cha. the one with not very much in it. on the other side of your stairs from your dining room. i’ve only been inside your house once which is weird since i’ve known you over a year. that sort of makes me sad. but your house is really far away so maybe i should be happy instead. i wish i had a streetcar.

  6. tom Says:

    In that case you must come over more! It will be fun!

  7. cordelia Says:

    let’s go to san fran[cisco].

  8. Max Says:

    I understand all too well, mate. My parents are nuts, as you well know. My grandparents aren’t helping with their divorce draining the life of my mother and all.

  9. cordelia Says:

    THE INFAMOUS MAX! hell yeah. um. hello my name is cordelia. at first i thought you were max schnuer but then i realized that he hates blogs, and you have a xanga—> you must be a max from NJ. to that i say: cheers.

  10. tom Says:

    I don’t even understand how you know him, seeing as I don’t ever recall telling you he existed, only that one day you asked something about him.

  11. cordelia Says:

    i remember his name being mentioned. possibly when i asked you who your best friend was.

  12. tom Says:

    hmm, I don’t remember that,but ok

  13. Max Says:

    christ, mate. I am not your dear friend?

  14. cordelia Says:

    tom just means he doesnt remember me asking. because he has a bad memory. because of the um. hair dye. uh yeah.

  15. rachel Says:

    it was warm for a solid week here, and now it’s in the 40s again. i hate weather. i want to see your hair.

  16. tom Says:

    : )

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