Vacation, Part Deux

I wish I could be one of those people that can spend all day and into the evening with their family laughing and singing and clapping hands and all that sweet stuff that doesn't even exist except for in people's imaginations.
My attitude gets in the way.
I am now on the island (Vancouver Island, that is..) visiting Grandpa with my Dad, his girlfriend and one of my sisters. I told myself I would spend one night here...and now here I am about to spend my second night. I guess I could admit at this point that I'm too lazy to get on the ferry and catch a bus home. I would rather sulk here in the basement, honestly and truly. I don't want to turn into a monster when I'm in public, I'll save that for my family that I see three times a year.
I wanted to watch 'Father of the Bride' with Elizabeth Taylor, and was all excited about it until the entire family came into the room and sat down... and then I said that we didn't have to watch it 'cause I knew everyone would get bored (don't even get me started on the psychological analysis of that). So, then being the sulker I am (and after everyone was like, "We'll watch it! Let's give it a try,") I left the room and decided to check my email.
They're still watching it now.
Of course I'm being a tiiiny bit of a baby, but I think I can blame the feeling of suffocation by having everyone around. You know - answering questions about stuff you'd rather not talk about, not engaging in conversation, pretending you don't hear what the other person said...
I guess I need a vacation from my vacation.

Things that I have occupied myself with while being at my parent's place over the Holidays:

1. Playing solitaire on the livingroom floor (by the fire).
2. Watching a lot of T.V. (Legend this morning! I have mostly been watching a lot of crime t.v.)
3. White Russians.
4. Whiskey.
5. Petting the cats a lot to try to make them like me.
6. When she is available, Ginny.
7. Going out to Luke's place and starting a fire outside (this happened once, last night). Catching up/drunk talking with old friends. Hanging out with Lucky Dog and Mya and Grey Kitty and White Kitty. Drinking palm bay on top of vodka. Thanks, Dave? And what was up with the gin + clamato? Oh right...and someone making a moonshine + clamato. Uhhhh?
8. Going grocery shopping with my mom. Wandering each aisle at least twice.
9. Listening to my parents and I talk in our know-it-all cynical ways and I am now resolving to do a bit less of that.
10. Yelling, "I'm bored!" a bunch of times.

They say

It's always darkest before the dawn.

Childhood Home During Holidays Part One

So I don't know, I'm not...
I think it's my third full day here. Right now there is a compressor taking up every sound in the house, followed by the sound of a nail gun. My parents are putting in hardwood flooring and right now Dean is in the process of reinforcing the floors before adding more floor.
I can't watch CSI because of it, so what else is there to do? I have a book, but the last thing I want to fucking do right now is read when there's fucking hammering all over the place. So here I am up-upstairs waiting for Ginny to call, because I wouldn't mind getting out of the house and just driving to Tim Horton's or something. I'd even go to WalMart.
See - I don't want to leave the house alone in case I run into someone. It's like I need a support system or something - not that I have anything to be fearful of....maybe being snubbed? I am a bit of an asshole, after all.
Please, Ginny. Call me.

Three Instruments In Our House:

1. A Harmonica
2. A Ukulele
3. A Recorder

Sounds like the start of a kids programme.

bed

surrounded by geese on an island of marshmallow and old skin