Before I settle myself back to seclusion of anxiously continuing the last of the Harry Potter series, I just had to get a piece of my chest. Much of this summer has been devoted to making plans with cousins, family, and friends. As much as I appreciate the people who travel the extra mile (in Paul’s case, the extra 300 miles for flying up from LA twice) to join us, it’s really quite shitty how flaky those around me have become. I’m firm in saying that Kate and I have made great efforts to fit people into our lives but sadly, it’s rare for us to say things work the other way around.
I’m beginning to just give in to not contributing to planning anything at all that’s not business-related. No matter how hard we press on about this matter, it just never really soaks in with people about how shitty these circumstances are. A fifth of the people in my life sputter convincing words that they’ll join us but that lost its meaning. “Yes I’ll go” can only be assured the moment those people are in the car ready to take off to one of the many planning summer events. Regardless of any excuses, the end result is that the original roster drastically changed and we have to re-think the whole plan, arrange rides, switch times and all that. Geez. Imagine all the punks who dare promise to attend the big day.
Back to secluding myself from all possible spoilers.