Day 310: Back in the Saddle Again

It's funny how these money discussions get people all riled up. Family members keep bringing up the topic to make sure claire and I are not weighed down by the tension such financial discrepancies undoubtedly cause. Nothing could be further from the truth. Basically, we both accept that we're bad at math and remembering things, and assume that when we compare our eight-month financial record of oh-so-many small scraps of paper, everything will become clear.

But you all have undoubtedly noticed that Claire has been carrying the blog the last few days. While it is our joint arithmetic stupidity that makes our financial story what it is, it is she alone that has been describing it and bearing the brunt of some of our first hateful comments.

This is becuase I have been on a race-like trip to Chicago and back to see my ailing grandfather, who most certainly exists in an internet-free zone. My mom has stayed out there to do all the hard ICU sitting by herself now that my brother and I have left. It is hard, this aging thing. Claire and I have discussed it as twenty-five year olds, but my grandfather is soldiering on bravely through it as a 93 year old. It is amazing what we can endure.

But now I am back. Specifically, I am back in New York with my brother's family, spending some QT with the small ones before I leave again. My niece and nephew are but four and two so I need to put in the hours to make sure they remember me when I return in a few months. Sad, but true that once I walk out the door, I am just a fast-fading memory.

It has been a truly exhausting couple of days, but we are finally home. And there is something very healing about leaving a cold hospital and an ending life for the twenty fat fingers and four chubby knees that are going to pounce on me with requests to play in less than five hours.

1 comment:

claire said...

I, Claire, have also found it really interesting how people think this is a big fight betweeen us. In reality, there is no time we are more pissy with each other than when we "doing money" as we call calculating - and yet no time in which we are more on the same page.

We act as one when "doing money." Specifically we know we suck at it, but find it endlessly funny and sort of charming, and certainly better than the alternative which is actually worrying about such useless things on a daily basis.

Instead, why not simply want to kill ourselves for a few hours every 6 months when we have each other to blame??

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