Eastering While Anxious

I said I was going to do a few posts in a row about things I'm self-conscious about. The next one was going to be medications. After that.... thinking.... checking drafts folder.... oh, it was about Lucy. I'm going to do them, but I don't think today. Today I just want to get another post in before a week or more goes by to preserve the habit.

We're going to London Ontario to my sister's for Easter. This is wonderful because I love my sister and her husband and her kids, and I love us all being together. This is only a tiny bit stressful because I'm bad at traveling and I don't love sleeping in a bed that isn't mine, and we're driving down with my parents and my mother is a wonderful, wonderful woman who doesn't have much of an ability to roll with things and says things in anxiety that she doesn't realize can be hurtful to other people, which causes me a bit of anxiety about traveling with her. 

It's also a tiny bit sad because Angus can't come because he's coaching four games this week-end, and Eve can't come even though we'll only be an hour and a half away from her, because it's end of term which is even worse than exam time, because everything is due by Wednesday. Matt and I are going to drive in to Hamilton on Saturday and deliver food and the mountain of stuff my mom has baked (because she is wonderful) and hugs and Easter chocolate. My niece and nephew are both coming home for at least a day or two, so that will be fun. 

(Funny aside about this. On FaceTime last night Eve said "you know my housemates are usually pretty into prioritizing mental health over marks. But I asked them 'what if I just said Fuck It and went to London this weekend' and all their eyes got really big and they said 'are you crazy'" so I think I probably can't come." Fair enough then).

Angus had a bit of a rough time last week - professors sounding off about students being unprepared and not coming to class (at the students who actually came to class, seems a little counterproductive but okay), the team not doing well - so I sent him an Easter tin of cookies and brownies from Mrs. Fields and he was very happy to get it. 

We had a freezing rain event yesterday, which pissed me off even though I know April in Ottawa is no guarantee of spring-like weather. I stopped to get a couple of things at the grocery store after work (butter and milk and buttermilk, which amused me to no end), and I couldn't get to my cloth grocery bags because the trunk was frozen shut. My poor friends Sasha and Dani don't have power and are having PTSD from the last windstorm that knocked out their power for multiple days - HI SASHA, HI DANI, sorry the universe is being such a massive douche to you. 

Photo credit Dimitra Zouzoulas, Greek Goddess

The weather in London is much nicer, which is wonderful but also probably means I'll be too hot all weekend and I don't really know what to pack. Okay okay, I'll stop complaining. At least it's not over any borders so I can pack my weed pen.

Latest perverted autocorrect story: I was texting with Angus about his living situation next year. He is in something called the Circle Apartments which two roommates he doesn't like - they are unfriendly and untidy. He's been saying he will probably get a place with a guy from the basketball team he is friends with. We've just been calling him Basketball Guy, but a couple of days ago Angus texted that they were going to look at a place and would probably lock it down next week. I said "Basketball Guy?" and then thought I should probably stop calling him that so I texted "Name?", except it autocorrected to "Babe?" and I had to hastily reassure my son that I am not, in fact, invested in whether his roommate next year is a snack. 

Happy Easter, everyone. May your eggs be colourful or chocolate or not all in one basket or whatever.