I need to get in the habit of posting more often.
Yesterday Dad and I went to the school's Unite Against Hate rally. It was a lot of fun, and I got a lot of free stuff, which is always nice. :D I also got my picture taken with "No H8" written on my face for our own "It Gets Better" project, then Dad took one with me holding up an "It Gets Better" sign. It really meant a lot that Dad went with me and was so supportive. A lot of his students were there and were so damn excited to see him at the rally, it was adorable. I think he earned quite a few respect points just by showing up and staying through the lecture. I think I'd have reacted the same way if one of my favorite teachers had shown up. I did see one of my neighbors there, but it wasn't surprising, as she and her husband are well-known Allies and she works in student services. Still, it was cool to see her there. Wish Mom could've come along as well, but she had to take care of her Dad, who definitely takes precedence.
Speaking of my grandfather, he's not doing well. He's confused all the time and doesn't even believe that he's in his own house, instead insisting that he's being kept prisoner in some strange place. It's really heartbreaking, especially considering that signs are pointing to Alzheimer's, the disease he fears the most. Any good thoughts sent his way (and Mom and her siblings' way, since they're the ones taking care of him)--and Mamaw's way too, because she's not doing so hot herself--would really be appreciated. I'm helping as much as I'm able, which isn't much, but at least it's something. Mostly I just bring mom stuff she forgot or snacks or tea, and sometimes I'll stay and watch a movie with her to help her relax for a little while. Today we watched Mean Girls (always a favorite), and a few nights ago we watched My Neighbor Totoro, which left us both a little teary, as that movie always does. It was a happy kind of teary, though.
Speaking of tears, yesterday I picked up a copy of Chi's Sweet Home volume three, and as I expected (since it matched up to the end of the anime's first season), the last few pages had me weeping like a baby. Yes, over a tiny, fictional kitten. Look, don't judge me. I know it's silly of me to cry, considering I already know what happens and that it all turns out all right in the end (well, mostly all right), but damned if that kitten's problems don't just yank the tears right out of me. I actually had to stop reading and go give my cats a hug, that's how sad it was. Luckily, I had an antidote to the sadness: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which I also picked up yesterday and which is full of the lulz. Dumbledore is awesome, and by extension J.K. Rowling is awesome, that's all I'm saying.
Speaking of my grandfather, he's not doing well. He's confused all the time and doesn't even believe that he's in his own house, instead insisting that he's being kept prisoner in some strange place. It's really heartbreaking, especially considering that signs are pointing to Alzheimer's, the disease he fears the most. Any good thoughts sent his way (and Mom and her siblings' way, since they're the ones taking care of him)--and Mamaw's way too, because she's not doing so hot herself--would really be appreciated. I'm helping as much as I'm able, which isn't much, but at least it's something. Mostly I just bring mom stuff she forgot or snacks or tea, and sometimes I'll stay and watch a movie with her to help her relax for a little while. Today we watched Mean Girls (always a favorite), and a few nights ago we watched My Neighbor Totoro, which left us both a little teary, as that movie always does. It was a happy kind of teary, though.
Speaking of tears, yesterday I picked up a copy of Chi's Sweet Home volume three, and as I expected (since it matched up to the end of the anime's first season), the last few pages had me weeping like a baby. Yes, over a tiny, fictional kitten. Look, don't judge me. I know it's silly of me to cry, considering I already know what happens and that it all turns out all right in the end (well, mostly all right), but damned if that kitten's problems don't just yank the tears right out of me. I actually had to stop reading and go give my cats a hug, that's how sad it was. Luckily, I had an antidote to the sadness: The Tales of Beedle the Bard, which I also picked up yesterday and which is full of the lulz. Dumbledore is awesome, and by extension J.K. Rowling is awesome, that's all I'm saying.