The joke was totally on me.
After an ongoing buildup of stress about a number of things I couldn’t control, including my father’s antisocial behavior, flaky relatives, and the sheer cost of getting eight people out on a boat to inter my grandparents’ ashes in the ocean, it was all for naught.
After 24 hours of stomach ache from nerves, a rant to John, and deep breathing through construction traffic to get to the marina on time, it turned out that it was too choppy to go out on the water today. But the small talk with the dreaded relatives was way easier than I thought.
After conferring, we decided to do it next spring instead.
Thanks, weather! I hope I’ll remember this and be more comfortable with my relatives for the do-over in the spring. They’re not so scary. Really.
It’s funny. After freaking out about the interactions between the relatives involved, it turns out that those stresses were nothing important. Most important: Actually getting weather that allows us to do our thing.
Maybe next time will be easier.