I know, I know, I’m like 1-2 weeks behind posting about everything lately. It’s funny that I only work 3 days a week but I still feel like there’s never enough time to do everything, so this blog suffers.
Anyway, Friday the 4th we went to my parents house to celebrate the holiday. We picked up a cheap $20 combo badminton/volleyball set from Target earlier in the day and set it up after eating tacos – I know, who has tacos on the 4th of July? My mom, that’s who. Despite the cheap price, the set isn’t that bad. The stakes they give you secure the net pretty well and the rackets and birdie are nice. The set includes a volleyball and a pump to inflate it, but we only used it briefly because my parents’ yard isn’t that big and Brother # 1 was getting a bit insane with the birdies as it was so he was sure to break a window with that volleyball.
My parents live where the power lines are above ground, and one runs right down the middle of the yard so the birdie kept hitting that which would throw off where it came down which added a bit of a challenge. And Brother # 1 got the birdie on the roof of both the house and the garage multiple times.
Despite all the logistical challenges, we had a great time. Even my mom joined us at one point. I think we were out there almost two hours playing. I am looking forward to setting it up next week (the 21st) when E is here for the week so we can play.
Saturday the 5th Brother #2 ended up coming over to hang out since he wasn’t around on the 4th (he was out with his girlfriend at a fireworks show about an hour and half southwest of my parents’ house). We went to the arboretum so he could test out his new camera (a Canon Rebel) and then had tacos (leftovers) for dinner.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Brother #2 isn’t being intentionally rude by pretty much never really listening to other people and dominating the conversion. I think he has ADD. I know he had it as a kid and it seems to have gotten worse lately. It’s tough to spend time with him because he will ask questions to indicate some type of interest in your life, but as you’re responding you can see that he’s occupied thinking of what he’s going to say next and he responds in a way that makes him seem distracted. It still bothers me, but not as much as before because I don’t think he can help it. So I try to remind myself of this when for the umpteenth time I can tell he wasn’t really listening to what I said. I used to think it was because he didn’t give a shit but I think it’s the ADD.