Today, forever and peanuts
Today, I took my grandma to Costco to buy supplies for my sister's graduation party. The morning started off a bit oddly. I woke up to take out the trash before the garbage man came and jumped directly back into bed until my phone alarm went off again at 10:10 (I hate that damn thing).
I woke up after hitting snooze a couple times. My dog slept in my bedroom for the first time since I've been home. She used to sleep here every night and then I moved away and she moved her sleeping quarter to her other bed in my parent's room across the landing. She slept here, admittedly by force last night. She came in, I closed the door, and she couldn't leave. This is my sad attempt to retrain her to love me more.
Maybe I'll take her for a walk later today.
This is the second time my family has left me here alone since I've been home. So much for coming home to homemade dinners and family Two and a Half Men night on Monday. On the other hand however, they do complain about me not being home because of work. They still love me, that's not in question. They've just literally learned to live without me, which is a little hard to get used to on my end.
I've been in quite the funk lately, it's about time to drop it so this is my other attempt to figure out what exactly it is that's keeping me in the funk.
Last night, I was supposed to go to dinner with Paris in LA. He got off work so he had to cancel, 13-hour days suck and I can relate. I was bummed; I hate it when plans get cancelled. It completely puts me in that "yo no quiero pudding" mood the women in my family are so famous for.
Anyway, at CostCo today, there was this kid. Had to be about 16, maybe 18 at most, piling coca cola by the case into his shopping basket. No mom in sight, but I figured it was for a graduation party. The 8 bag deep double pile of bagged salted peanuts was a giveaway. I figure his friends will probably sneak beer in the backyard when his parents have retired into the house to drink wine with their friends and they'll just look the other way when they realize what is going on in their backyard. "Better at home than out on the streets right?" they'll justify.
I sat in my grandma's backyard this morning for a good half hour waiting for her. I was supposed to pick her up at 11 to go to CostCo. I was about 7 minutes late, typical of me. When I got there, she wasn't home. Her house was locked, which was the first indication, because at least one door is usually unlocked when she is home and the back yard gate was locked as well.
I called, no answer. And I started to worry, not because she wasn't there, but because I could smell her pot of beans burning in the kitchen. If there's one thing my grandma never does, it's burn the beans. I was a little worried she was unconscious on the floor in the bedroom or something (yes, I was that serious about her never burning the beans), so I hopped the fence and went to the back door, which only had the screen, locked and called in. I haven’t hopped a fence in years. No answer, so I checked her garage and the car was gone. Thank goodness. (I always feel bad when taking the Lord's name in vain when I talk about my grandma.) If the car was gone then she was fine. Probably just running late my mom said. She was right; I sat on the porch swing and IMed Rhiannon for a bit and thought about how I would write this later.
No more endless days at home, this morning driving to Grandma's (you can call her grandma now too) I remembered how awesome Covina is. This is where I start to take advantage of it. I’m going to hop more fences… Maybe I'll even take Dustie for a walk. She'd get a kick out of that.
I woke up after hitting snooze a couple times. My dog slept in my bedroom for the first time since I've been home. She used to sleep here every night and then I moved away and she moved her sleeping quarter to her other bed in my parent's room across the landing. She slept here, admittedly by force last night. She came in, I closed the door, and she couldn't leave. This is my sad attempt to retrain her to love me more.
Maybe I'll take her for a walk later today.
This is the second time my family has left me here alone since I've been home. So much for coming home to homemade dinners and family Two and a Half Men night on Monday. On the other hand however, they do complain about me not being home because of work. They still love me, that's not in question. They've just literally learned to live without me, which is a little hard to get used to on my end.
I've been in quite the funk lately, it's about time to drop it so this is my other attempt to figure out what exactly it is that's keeping me in the funk.
Last night, I was supposed to go to dinner with Paris in LA. He got off work so he had to cancel, 13-hour days suck and I can relate. I was bummed; I hate it when plans get cancelled. It completely puts me in that "yo no quiero pudding" mood the women in my family are so famous for.
Anyway, at CostCo today, there was this kid. Had to be about 16, maybe 18 at most, piling coca cola by the case into his shopping basket. No mom in sight, but I figured it was for a graduation party. The 8 bag deep double pile of bagged salted peanuts was a giveaway. I figure his friends will probably sneak beer in the backyard when his parents have retired into the house to drink wine with their friends and they'll just look the other way when they realize what is going on in their backyard. "Better at home than out on the streets right?" they'll justify.
I sat in my grandma's backyard this morning for a good half hour waiting for her. I was supposed to pick her up at 11 to go to CostCo. I was about 7 minutes late, typical of me. When I got there, she wasn't home. Her house was locked, which was the first indication, because at least one door is usually unlocked when she is home and the back yard gate was locked as well.
I called, no answer. And I started to worry, not because she wasn't there, but because I could smell her pot of beans burning in the kitchen. If there's one thing my grandma never does, it's burn the beans. I was a little worried she was unconscious on the floor in the bedroom or something (yes, I was that serious about her never burning the beans), so I hopped the fence and went to the back door, which only had the screen, locked and called in. I haven’t hopped a fence in years. No answer, so I checked her garage and the car was gone. Thank goodness. (I always feel bad when taking the Lord's name in vain when I talk about my grandma.) If the car was gone then she was fine. Probably just running late my mom said. She was right; I sat on the porch swing and IMed Rhiannon for a bit and thought about how I would write this later.
No more endless days at home, this morning driving to Grandma's (you can call her grandma now too) I remembered how awesome Covina is. This is where I start to take advantage of it. I’m going to hop more fences… Maybe I'll even take Dustie for a walk. She'd get a kick out of that.