June 23, 2011
It is my oldest bother's birthday today. Because of the postal strike, I couldn't send him a card, but I wouldn't have anyway. I can't seem to get cards to people on time, no matter how much I think about it. I got so mad at him with his reaction to my essay in the globe and mail. It's so funny, I am so used to the way my siblings manipulate language, and I still fall for it initially. His email response sounded positive. But then when you read between the lines, you can hear the subtle attempts at insult.