Life Goes On
Well, after my last post, I sat around for a few hours, just steaming. You know how it goes, right? You get mad and the other person isn't there or you're not ready to talk, so you spend hours or days practicing the argument in your head. All my lines sounded great, and Derek was soooooooo sorry once my brilliant arguments made him realize how much he was hurting me, and how he was making an impossible situation even worse.
Finally I couldn't stand it any more and I woke him up. That's when I found out my arguments weren't so great. I maybe should have shared the script with him, because he didn't follow it. And probably I should have waited until he woke up on his own.
Anyway. There's nothing more boring than a blow-by-blow of someone else's arguments, except maybe someone else's dreams, so I'll spare you most of it.
One of the hidden issues here was the way people revert to their most basic behavioral patterns when they're under stress - the ingrained behaviors and beliefs from childhood tend to reassert themselves. For Derek, that means a certain anti-technology sentiment, and some piousness. I do respect his heritage, I really do - we even named the baby Gretchen after his grandmother. But damn it, sometimes you just have to set your background aside and focus on what needs doing right now.
I shouldn't blame him too much. This is awful for all of us, and I know he's worried about his family in Iowa, even though he left their community when we got married. He still loves them, even if he can't be with them. And he's worried with good cause; I can't imagine the Amish are going to be very effective at fighting the evil robot monkeys. Their best hope is that they'll escape notice while the monkeys are busy hunting us down like rats in the cities. But eventually, the monkeys will come for them, too.
And I made Derek understand how important it is to me to have this blog. So I think we've reached a truce. We talked it all over and we both cried a lot - well, I cried a lot - and I think we're united again, stronger than ever. Together we'll beat these bastard monkeys.
I did spend some time googling Mimi Robby's suggestion, and then had Derek go out and get me some car batteries. There are a lot of abandoned cars on the streets; I guess monkeys don't need cars. And it's dangerous enough from the monkeys that there's hardly any looting - most people who are still alive are huddled in safe places, just like we are - so it's pretty easy to get batteries. I should have Derek collect as many of them as he can - I think having a power supply is going to be important in the future.
Derek's not so good with electronics, so I had to do the wiring myself. Luckily the internet's good for more than porn, so I found some good guides. I was a little nervous the first time I flipped on the laptop with the new power supply - but all's well. And I feel so proud for figuring out how to rig it up!
Remind me to tell you all how we escaped from the monkeys on that first night.
Finally I couldn't stand it any more and I woke him up. That's when I found out my arguments weren't so great. I maybe should have shared the script with him, because he didn't follow it. And probably I should have waited until he woke up on his own.
Anyway. There's nothing more boring than a blow-by-blow of someone else's arguments, except maybe someone else's dreams, so I'll spare you most of it.
One of the hidden issues here was the way people revert to their most basic behavioral patterns when they're under stress - the ingrained behaviors and beliefs from childhood tend to reassert themselves. For Derek, that means a certain anti-technology sentiment, and some piousness. I do respect his heritage, I really do - we even named the baby Gretchen after his grandmother. But damn it, sometimes you just have to set your background aside and focus on what needs doing right now.
I shouldn't blame him too much. This is awful for all of us, and I know he's worried about his family in Iowa, even though he left their community when we got married. He still loves them, even if he can't be with them. And he's worried with good cause; I can't imagine the Amish are going to be very effective at fighting the evil robot monkeys. Their best hope is that they'll escape notice while the monkeys are busy hunting us down like rats in the cities. But eventually, the monkeys will come for them, too.
And I made Derek understand how important it is to me to have this blog. So I think we've reached a truce. We talked it all over and we both cried a lot - well, I cried a lot - and I think we're united again, stronger than ever. Together we'll beat these bastard monkeys.
I did spend some time googling Mimi Robby's suggestion, and then had Derek go out and get me some car batteries. There are a lot of abandoned cars on the streets; I guess monkeys don't need cars. And it's dangerous enough from the monkeys that there's hardly any looting - most people who are still alive are huddled in safe places, just like we are - so it's pretty easy to get batteries. I should have Derek collect as many of them as he can - I think having a power supply is going to be important in the future.
Derek's not so good with electronics, so I had to do the wiring myself. Luckily the internet's good for more than porn, so I found some good guides. I was a little nervous the first time I flipped on the laptop with the new power supply - but all's well. And I feel so proud for figuring out how to rig it up!
Remind me to tell you all how we escaped from the monkeys on that first night.
posted by Beth at 10:43 PM
1 Comments:
I want to know too!
And I have to say, I'm so proud of helping you figure out the battery thing. We have a generator ready for when the grid goes out and are way up in the mountains. We're hoping it's too cold here for the monkeys to come after us.
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