Another lovely day today. Boxer dog and I enjoyed some sunshine while we looked at home-improvement catalogs and paint samples. I have chosen some colors for the living room, the kitchen, and my bedroom. Final decisions! This means I can paint my living room tomorrow.
And speaking of tomorrow--the pest guys will be back yet again. Tomorrow is The Big Day. The fungus under the house is going away, as are the termites. New installation and moisture barrier are being put in, too.
As for possum . . . he's still on the lam.
On a different note, H and I have had barely any interaction since Monday or Tuesday. He was defensive on Monday about the termites (recall his belief that my father blamed him for the termite infestation). I texted a brief message on Tuesday morning and never heard back. After that, I decided that I would forgo initiating contact for a couple days.
Today is his father's birthday. I made sure that I sent a card to his father so that it would arrive today, but H is notorious for forgetting/overlooking birthdays. I sent H a text about an hour ago saying, "Call your dad to wish him a happy birthday if you haven't already."
He answered, "Thanks"
I asked, "Did you already?"
He said, "Nope but I remembered"
I concluded with, "Glad you remembered. Figured you did."
I truly hate these kinds of interactions with him. So brief and cold. I wonder if he's still harboring some guilt or resentment about the termite invasion. His MO is to escape when things are tough or when he feels guilty, so I guess I'm not surprised. I'm just having trouble remembering that his feelings like that are not about me.
