Wee update in Normal entries

My little sister was in town the past few days. My little sister and, I think, fiancé. GF asked, I realize I don’t know for sure, but they are so very much law abiding citizens and they are living together, so, yeah, I think they are engaged. I like him. After brunch on Sunday when the girls (ok, grown ass women and a senior citizen, um, we all have aarp cards), he said, regarding the GF, something to the effect of “How’d you get someone like that to go out with you?” If I didn’t have the exact same awe I might have worn offended for a minute or two. I said something to the effect of “I know, right?” and we engaged in boy talk until they came out of the can. Silly as that sounds I don’t have a lot of outlets for real boy talk.

I got to talk to my son during wedding week, therre’s some boy talk a father and son can have that’s exclusive to that relationship, just like there’s some that’s best avoided, but seeing one another once every four years or so is … difficult. The local guy I see most often doesn’t really talk much, I mean he’s not much on small talk and it has taken a long time to get to a point where he talks about himself. Boy talk involves disclosure.

What the fuck is boy talk you politely ask, though not so polite you spare the fuck. It’s like girl talk only among boys. Interpersonal relationship stuff with a dash of gossip and, sometimes, a handful of wishful thinking. In that respect it was high flattery from the fiancé and to have been offended would break boy talk protocol. I think. At any rate the GF has met a good chunk of the family now, and, I of course, have met her living blood relatives. Between the finace (when they get married) and the new son in law, the number of people I’m related to has risen by a good two hundred or more. That’s why kinship ties are so important to anthropologists, one of the theories being, in some cultures, you are less likely to war with people you are related to. Maybe that’s true in feudal societies, these in America it’s possible that it’s the other way around. Just saying. I don’t know of any tribal study where divorce strengthens ties. It’s an equally reasonable assumption that one is married or divorced, often both are true.
I think about asking the GF for her lovely paw in marriage sometimes. I’m sort of a fuck up when it comes to marriage. If you turn to the last page of my marriages I seem wholly lacking in culpability. Besides how unlikely that sounds, it’s not true. If you start off in the middle …

Wow, I paused for a few minutes to attend to other stuff and completely lost my train of thought. It was lovely to see my little sister. Afterwards we went to my older sisters house. The GF was kind in not saying how overwhelming it is. I actually made the to go signal. All everything else aside (dementia in papa older sister, fragile X in nephew, general wackiness abounding, three TV’s and two computers were all going on different … things, at the same time. Hard place to concentrate, and, my least favorite part, there is no air flow, so the room is warm and instills instant drowsiness.) I got to play with GF’s hair (we don’t often sit like that in public) so I think I lasted longer than I normally do at that house. The guests, GF and Fiance, are both too polite and too much the novice’s to know not to look at demented guy or to look away when he starts talking. Honestly though, he’s easier to track and easier to forgive for abusing your time now that he’s demented. Even, almost, funny on purpose. E.g. “Wow, you have a full house” “There’s even more if you count my hallucinations.” Um, yeah, he likes being special, almost to the point where dementia and hyperbole meet and shake hands.

GF and I might be going on a road trip soon. Like real soon. It’ll be fun. Yeah, lost entire train of thought.