![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
After some (gentle) nagging by some friends, I had dinner with my mother and my youngest sister (still living at home... at age 28) while I was still in NZ.
My mother is pretty good. She's very laissez faire, proud of me, and not neurotic. However, she has some behaviours that drive me up the wall, and if I wasn't related to her, she wouldn't be a person I'd spend much time with. Not that a few hours a year is much time anyway. *cough*
Ok, you may have gathered from reading this L/J that I'm fairly opinionated. And easily irritated. My mother is much worse than me with the opinionatedness. Yes, I know, it's hard to believe. The thing is, she tends to keep her mouth shut better, and she's much more phlegmatic than I am. But while I'm intolerant of and irritated by gratuitous ignorance, my mother is just intolerant.
For once, we didn't get onto the topic of the Maaaaaries (Maoris) and how they're screwing up NZ. No. This time, my mother explained how she "doesn't believe" in global warming. Doesn't believe?! Global warming isn't like "believing" in little blue fairies at the bottom of the garden, or god, or UFOs. It's like not believing in gravity, or that the earth is round, or that genetics influence our bodies, or other scientifically proven facts. I frothed on about all that for about 5 minutes, while my mother maintained that stony silence that means "You're talking absolute rubbish, but I won't say anything because then you'll keep going for longer".
This, thank goodness, was after I finally told my mother about the CDL... and that I'm still with the OGF. Her entire response was, "Oh." Did she want to know anything about this other person in my life? No. It's kind of on the principle of "If we don't discuss it, perhaps it will go away". I must add that she doesn't do it in a rejecting kind of a way - it's more of that complete not-understanding, and not wanting to get into something that isn't understood. And I don't want to sit there and point out that monogamy hasn't exactly worked out well for her either (if we're going to get into passing judgements).
Well, I'm just hoping that the test of time will help improve her understanding. None of this stuff is a flash in the pan for me, nor are the people concerned.
First day back at work was fun in a completely not fun kind of way. At least one of our systems waited until today to run out of space. Thank god for virtual machines, and the ability to add whole new disk volumes to a box within five minutes of remembering it isn't a physical host (after a couple of hours of trying every other possible way of reducing the size of a database... which is interesting when the mailboxes in it take up less than 10MB in total, and the database as a whole has somehow grown to 10GB - don't ask me what's going on there either). More fun tomorrow trying to get to the bottom of it, but at least I'm not there right now trying to get it running again.
My mother is pretty good. She's very laissez faire, proud of me, and not neurotic. However, she has some behaviours that drive me up the wall, and if I wasn't related to her, she wouldn't be a person I'd spend much time with. Not that a few hours a year is much time anyway. *cough*
Ok, you may have gathered from reading this L/J that I'm fairly opinionated. And easily irritated. My mother is much worse than me with the opinionatedness. Yes, I know, it's hard to believe. The thing is, she tends to keep her mouth shut better, and she's much more phlegmatic than I am. But while I'm intolerant of and irritated by gratuitous ignorance, my mother is just intolerant.
For once, we didn't get onto the topic of the Maaaaaries (Maoris) and how they're screwing up NZ. No. This time, my mother explained how she "doesn't believe" in global warming. Doesn't believe?! Global warming isn't like "believing" in little blue fairies at the bottom of the garden, or god, or UFOs. It's like not believing in gravity, or that the earth is round, or that genetics influence our bodies, or other scientifically proven facts. I frothed on about all that for about 5 minutes, while my mother maintained that stony silence that means "You're talking absolute rubbish, but I won't say anything because then you'll keep going for longer".
This, thank goodness, was after I finally told my mother about the CDL... and that I'm still with the OGF. Her entire response was, "Oh." Did she want to know anything about this other person in my life? No. It's kind of on the principle of "If we don't discuss it, perhaps it will go away". I must add that she doesn't do it in a rejecting kind of a way - it's more of that complete not-understanding, and not wanting to get into something that isn't understood. And I don't want to sit there and point out that monogamy hasn't exactly worked out well for her either (if we're going to get into passing judgements).
Well, I'm just hoping that the test of time will help improve her understanding. None of this stuff is a flash in the pan for me, nor are the people concerned.
First day back at work was fun in a completely not fun kind of way. At least one of our systems waited until today to run out of space. Thank god for virtual machines, and the ability to add whole new disk volumes to a box within five minutes of remembering it isn't a physical host (after a couple of hours of trying every other possible way of reducing the size of a database... which is interesting when the mailboxes in it take up less than 10MB in total, and the database as a whole has somehow grown to 10GB - don't ask me what's going on there either). More fun tomorrow trying to get to the bottom of it, but at least I'm not there right now trying to get it running again.
