Monday, August 29
Depressing...
My mother called me about an hour before I left work to tell me the depressing news that a cousin-by-marriage has been killed in an automobile accident today. My sister-in-law's nephew was 16 years old and just got his license this weekend. His school let out early today due to the bad weather from the hurricane (he was in Birmingham, Alabama). I don't know the details to the accident, I just know he was in a car accident on the way home from school and was killed. My brother and his wife are very (understably) torn up about this, and I'm sure his wife's sister is absolutely inconsolable. No one should experience the death of their child.
Friday, August 12
A Week at Granny's
For the past week, I have been staying with my grandmother while my parents went on a semi-vacation in Texas. I say "semi" because they were there to visit relatives and friends, not to say, go to the beach and relax. There is, after all, a certain amount of stress to be had in visiting relatives and friends that you have not seen in quiet a long time. Now, you must understand that my granny is 96 years old, still gets around fairly well, does some of her own cooking, and has her mind. Having said that, here is how my granny drove me insane.
Every morning, I'd get her up, give her her medications, and fix her breakfast while she got dressed. Every morning when I woke her up she would tell me how miserably she slept, despite keeping me up half the night with her snoring, which I could hear thru the baby monitor my parents have to make sure she is heard if she falls in the night. Every morning she'd come in to the kitchen, sit down, start eating her breakfast. And every morning, she'd look at me, where I was standing at the stove, frying sausage and eggs, and ask "Don't you eat breakfast?" Every morning, I'd make my sausage links and scrambled eggs and sit at the table with her and eat my breakfast. Every morning, she'd ask me what time I left for work. And every morning, she'd ask me if I had to make up these days off.
Every afternoon, she makes her own lunch. Every afternoon, she came in to tell me she makes her own lunch and eats it in her own kitchen so I don't have to make her anything.
Every evening, while I was standing in my parents kitchen (Think of my parents and grandparents house like a gigantic duplex. Two kitchens, two living rooms, many many bedrooms and bathrooms.) she would come in and say "I don't come offer to help make dinner. I figure I'd just be in the way."
Every night she'd come in and tell me that I don't have to wait up for her to go to bed at the late hour of 10:30. That I could go to bed whenever I please. Every night, I tell her I stay up later that she does on a regular basis. Every night she says not to stay up late on her account. Every night, she'd tell me she loves me and appreciates my staying with her. And somehow, that makes it all worth the effort.
Every morning, I'd get her up, give her her medications, and fix her breakfast while she got dressed. Every morning when I woke her up she would tell me how miserably she slept, despite keeping me up half the night with her snoring, which I could hear thru the baby monitor my parents have to make sure she is heard if she falls in the night. Every morning she'd come in to the kitchen, sit down, start eating her breakfast. And every morning, she'd look at me, where I was standing at the stove, frying sausage and eggs, and ask "Don't you eat breakfast?" Every morning, I'd make my sausage links and scrambled eggs and sit at the table with her and eat my breakfast. Every morning, she'd ask me what time I left for work. And every morning, she'd ask me if I had to make up these days off.
Every afternoon, she makes her own lunch. Every afternoon, she came in to tell me she makes her own lunch and eats it in her own kitchen so I don't have to make her anything.
Every evening, while I was standing in my parents kitchen (Think of my parents and grandparents house like a gigantic duplex. Two kitchens, two living rooms, many many bedrooms and bathrooms.) she would come in and say "I don't come offer to help make dinner. I figure I'd just be in the way."
Every night she'd come in and tell me that I don't have to wait up for her to go to bed at the late hour of 10:30. That I could go to bed whenever I please. Every night, I tell her I stay up later that she does on a regular basis. Every night she says not to stay up late on her account. Every night, she'd tell me she loves me and appreciates my staying with her. And somehow, that makes it all worth the effort.
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