To Grammas House We Go...
This last weekend I went and stayed with my great Gramma Spence shes 88 years old and my great grandpa passed away about 4-5 years ago and the only thing she had left was her weenie dog Max who recently passed away about a month ago. So lately shes been really lonely. She cant drive anymore and she just sits at home all day. She keeps herself busy riding her excercise bike and what not but how can you not get lonely. So, myself and the other 9 great grandchildren try our hardest to go visit her at least once a month. If you just drive down to her house and take her out to lunch, visit with her for a couple hours and let her pay, It makes her day. And we all feel good about ourselves aterwards. But last weekend Me and my cousin Shanel took it one step further. The last time we went out to lunch with her she said she'd like for us to stay a night with her. It didn't sound like too much fun and her house gives me the creeps. Shes lived in it for 42yrs and it was built before that. Its a cute charming house and she keeps it clean for the most part but the area and stuff....Downtown San Diego..and its kinda in a canyon...i dont see how she does it. But me and shanel agreed to do it when we could. and we figued with the Thanksgiving holiday and all it would be a perfect time. So we go stay with her and only think were only going to be staying Friday night. Well Saturday morning we wake up and go out to breakfast / lunch with my gramma and my Great Aunt Marsha and Uncle Mike at Coco's. Then we get back to my grammas around 1:30 and we're visiting with her and shes trying to teach us how to play rummy. Shanel notices that the lenolium in her kitchen is a little dirty and starts sweeping it. Then my gramma starts saying that she can't really clean her house anymore because it hurts her hands. So the broom just wasn't cutting it so Shanel goes and gets the swiffer wet jet....well those things aren't that swell either..it just gets the top layer of dirt an doesnt really get in the cracks of her lenolium. So me and her go get a bucket and scrub brush and do it old school style..It took like 2 hours.. Then I notice that her stove thats only like 2 years old is looking a little rugged..so I take it all apart and get the S.O.S pad and just go nuts. Then to the sink..Then the microwave..By the time i finish all that Shanel just finished the Floor. So we vacuum her house, dust, clean the blinds and sweep all outside for her. She was soo happy she got on the phone with my aunt marsha and my Gramma Marini and was just going off about how clean her house is. So she forced us to take $20 each. So My gramma Marini wanted to talk to me and I told her that her house was next. I only meant it half heartedly. Well, now shes looking forward to it soo much because she has a bad knee and cant get around to cleaning very well either. and my uncle Al lives with her too and he has MS (Multiple Sclerosis). So i guess this weekend me and Shanel are going to clean her house and wash her car for her on Saturday. Then my Aunt Bonnie found out and she wants us to do her house, cars, and trailer..shes got a huge house...4 cars and a big trailer..Man, were going to be making bank.
So, back to Gramma Spences house...I call my mom Saturday around 6 to let her know im still at grammas and let her know what im doing and ill be home late because I still have to drop Shanel off in Ramona before I go home. And my mom is very proud of me for what im doing and tells me to just stay another night. So we finish what were doing and stay another night at Grammas. In the morning my gramma makes us yummy yummy Breakfast. I don't know what it is about her bacon... But We have to drop her off at church at 4:00 and were just lagging around paiting toe nails and whatnot and another cousin shows up...Shanda..Shanels older sister..so we visit with her for a while. Then we realize we only have 30 minutes to get gramma to church so we have to take her in our jammies and then go back to clean up the basement where we had been staying. Well we drop her off then decide that with 1/2of the money she gave each of us were going to buy her some pretty pretty flowers. took them back..cut them down and put them in a vase with a nice card.. I got a call at 9:30 that night from her after she got back from dinner with her church friends saying how much she knows we love her.
This is a really really long entry but my point to it is that after spending that weekend at my grammas it finally made me realize how much my family means to me. I feel soo good about myself. and it made her day. thats all that matters to me. I just wish so desperatly that I had that other person here with me. My other half it seems. I miss her so much. Things were not supposed to end up like this. Why do things in life always make that left turn? I hope that its for the best for her because I know that I'm lonely out her by myself and i know for me at least im not supposed to be all the way over here without her.
I Cant wait to go back to my grammas house in 2-3 weeks and do all her yard work...
and
I can't wait to go to Iceland..Hopefully.
I just want one more day. one more time...Old times..
Then i'd be satisfied.
But then again, I know what it would do
leave me wishing still for one more day with you...
thats sad. sounds like im taking about a girlfriend
So, back to Gramma Spences house...I call my mom Saturday around 6 to let her know im still at grammas and let her know what im doing and ill be home late because I still have to drop Shanel off in Ramona before I go home. And my mom is very proud of me for what im doing and tells me to just stay another night. So we finish what were doing and stay another night at Grammas. In the morning my gramma makes us yummy yummy Breakfast. I don't know what it is about her bacon... But We have to drop her off at church at 4:00 and were just lagging around paiting toe nails and whatnot and another cousin shows up...Shanda..Shanels older sister..so we visit with her for a while. Then we realize we only have 30 minutes to get gramma to church so we have to take her in our jammies and then go back to clean up the basement where we had been staying. Well we drop her off then decide that with 1/2of the money she gave each of us were going to buy her some pretty pretty flowers. took them back..cut them down and put them in a vase with a nice card.. I got a call at 9:30 that night from her after she got back from dinner with her church friends saying how much she knows we love her.
This is a really really long entry but my point to it is that after spending that weekend at my grammas it finally made me realize how much my family means to me. I feel soo good about myself. and it made her day. thats all that matters to me. I just wish so desperatly that I had that other person here with me. My other half it seems. I miss her so much. Things were not supposed to end up like this. Why do things in life always make that left turn? I hope that its for the best for her because I know that I'm lonely out her by myself and i know for me at least im not supposed to be all the way over here without her.
I Cant wait to go back to my grammas house in 2-3 weeks and do all her yard work...
and
I can't wait to go to Iceland..Hopefully.
I just want one more day. one more time...Old times..
Then i'd be satisfied.
But then again, I know what it would do
leave me wishing still for one more day with you...
thats sad. sounds like im taking about a girlfriend