The hardest part of organizing the reunion was getting a headcount – there could be as many as fifty attendees. It was impossible to pin it down until the final weeks.
Since she’d have to fly into Knoxville to attend, Hurricane T was one of the last to confirm. Her partner, TK, travels a lot on business, so it wasn’t clear that she’d be able to attend even if Hurricane T decided to go. Their concerns about making an appearance at a family reunion as an openly gay couple were sitting squarely on top of their decision as well. She was also waiting to see if DQ and her clan would be there.
DQ, for her part, was waiting to see if any of the cousins of her generation would be attending. And also waiting to see if Hurricane T would be there — she was willing to defer to Hurricane T if that would allow Mom to have a chance to see her for the first time in two years.Yep. Another “Trailer Park Mexican Standoff”.
Hurricane T and DQ decided to attend almost simultaneously – and i booked the third cabin shortly thereafter.
Despite her concerns about showing up as a lesbitarian amongst family of indeterminate tolerance, TK decided she had to be there — because Hurricane T needed her.
They’ve been together for about five years. And been through a lot. Last year, they did a “soft product rollout” as a couple when they purchased a home together. It was a rough year – as the renovations to the new place dragged on and on, Hurricane T had a significant bipolar meltdown. It was gruesome, but TK stayed.
i was blown away by her degree of commitment. My sister is an extraordinary woman – managing a degree of bipolar disorder that would have most people on full-time disability. She is not easy to live with, let alone love unconditionally.
And yet TK is there…
On Saturday morning – after the “snake/hospital” incident – i rolled off the sofa around 9:30 am. Mom was still sleeping in the bedroom, and TK had gone out for a run. Hurricane T had just gotten up, and was attempting to make coffee as quietly as possible in the kitchen to let me sleep in a little longer.
We filled our mugs. She asked how BJ was doing.
daisyfae: It was scary, he was in a good bit of pain, but he’s going to be ok.
Hurricane T: Damn! How bizarre! We weren’t sure what happened – Mom came back and said something about him getting bit by a snake, but she didn’t know what was going on, either.
daisyfae: Wasn’t his fault. Filed under “Shit Happens!”
Hurricane T: How did I do last night? Did I behave?
daisyfae: No. You got pretty drunk and said things in front of DQ that were out of line.
Hurricane T: SHIT! I was trying. But I was really nervous, man! I haven’t seen these people in decades, and I can’t stand being around DQ.
Just as TK came back from her run, i went through what had happened. TK backed me up, saying Hurricane T had been rude.
Hurricane T: I’m sorry. Should I do something? What can I do to fix this?
daisyfae: Let it bounce. And lose the drinking — for the rest of the weekend, we only drink HERE. This is the bar. No need to be nervous — everyone’s cool. Relax and hang out…
She headed for the shower. TK and i grabbed coffee and went outside to enjoy the rocking chairs and cool morning air.
TK: Now that T is done with the high-stress job, and the renovations on the house are complete? She’s bored! And driving me CRAZY!
daisyfae: She’s been used to being busy. Has to be a tough transition for both of you.
TK: I work from home, and she CONSTANTLY follows me around, wanting an opinion on this or that, or looking for something to do. I tell you – we’ve been through a lot, but I don’t know if I can take this!
daisyfae: Is she exercising? Maybe train her up for another half-marathon? Find a new hobby?
TK: She’s going to get SCUBA certified. My nephew is an instructor, and she can do it in our pool. And golf lessons. I need to get her hooked up with a teacher.
Best of times. Worst of times.
Is it harder to stick around when life is good?