Reassessment

 I know full well it’s flu season; Covid continues to circulate as I do my best to avoid “the crud”. Poor Peran was in the early stages of what Dr Val diagnoses as the flu (not that he’ll go to a clinic & be tested for anything!?!), while Victoria appeared to be in the final stages of her illness in Vegas. (Zach called me once while they were on their honeymoon, and I didn’t get to talk to them very long when I delivered Tyson back to his parents Monday night** but he didn’t mention any further complications secondary to illness?)

What’s more disturbing is the fact that, for whatever reason, Andy has determined that I am the source of all bad things?!? While Andy behaves like your prototypical irascible old Jewish guy, I have a soft spot in my heart for him because he reminds me of my ex’s stepfather, with elements of M’s adoptive father mixed in… Andy had a meltdown at Zach (fortunately none of his ire was directed MY way at that time!) Saturday night as we were trying to line up an Uber back to the Wynn hotel. Zach had called an Uber for he & Victoria (the newlyweds!!!) while Andy saw absolutely no reason we should not carpool. Peran escaped the chaos early on & set off to hike what was about 3/4 of a mile back, but I was tired, my knees & lower back hurt, & most of all I was worried about getting Adela safely back as her cane had disintegrated - she cannot afford to fall again. Everything had seemed to work out as Zach’s Uber was a big Suburban & we were all able to pile in…

I thought it had all worked out, but apparently Andy continues to hold some sort of grudge against me?!? He was texting me both Sunday night & Monday, asking about me bringing Tyson home - Adela was going over to their house to feed the cats (which was great, one less thing for me to worry about!). I assured him Tyson was fine & we were treating his ear infection besides - somehow the text messages darkened that Adela had gone to feed the cats, clean the house & do some laundry, but now she was sick in bed. I mentioned “the crud” going around, with Peran being sick & suddenly Andy accused me of wishing for “mission accomplished” if Victoria had been too sick to carry on?!? No, it didn’t make much sense - I will try to post the text string to see if it’s just me? But honestly I think it’s just more proof that text messaging is a horrible means of communication - you cannot infer humor, sarcasm or almost anything else!

(upon review, the flaw appears to be in my use of emojis - Andy was texting me over the course of a busy busy Monday, so at one point I sent a short string of emojis instead of a verbal reply: zany + ROFL in 2 iterations. Looks like I've fallen victim to that old canard that Boomers don't understand emojis! I wasn't "laughing" about the illness being spread around; nor was I pleased at the fact that poor Adela was sick - this was in reference to what I perceived as Andy's joke about it being some sort of "Texas tradition to pass around the crud"... Ai yi yi!)

** I drove up to Dallas to deliver Tyson Monday night - the hilarious thing is, Zach went to the back door of my car & Tyson growled & barked at him! Talk about not being able to infer meaning - I joked to Zach that Tyson had become a ladies’ man, but guess what? he didn’t reach in the back of my car to grab his leash! I got T out, he finally recognized daddy but seemed much happier to see Victoria. I wouldn’t take any chances with a big dumb 90-lb pitbull either 😳