Ugh-Ish-Ness.
1) The Tigers traded Prince Fielder. (I know, you thought I was done talking about baseball for the year). I’m fucking pissed. He is the best first baseman in the goddamn league and yeah, his hitting dropped off a little last season but that’s like saying ‘oh a shark lost a tooth’ but he’s still a goddamn shark! We got Ian Kinsler from Texas in the trade and while I admit Kinsler is a great player, are we that desperate for a permanent 2nd baseman that we’d trade Prince for one? Fuck no. You’re breaking up the band, man! The Fielder/Cabrera duo is a major draw. He’s like one of the top two jerseys we sell, people come to see him play. And damn, man, our corner flow between 3rd and 1st is a thing of beauty. We haven’t seen that kind of chemistry since the days of Trammell and Whitaker in the 80s (and that’s a hella compliment coming from me, cuz those were my boys). So WTF Detroit?!
2) Grandpa fell out of his wheelchair at the nursing home. He tries, often, to stand up from his chair. He is too out of it to realize that he can’t do that anymore. There’s a sensor on his seat that warns when the weight changes on it, but it only takes a split second for him to lurch forward. I guess he was having a screaming fit in the middle of the night, so they brought him out to the nurses station with them, but then he tried to stand up, as he does when he is in those moods, and went face first onto the floor. He has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Normally they would perform surgery on the shoulder, but they can’t for him because he’s 94. They said it would mostly affect mobility, that he doesn’t really have anyways, and that if it was hurting him at all, they could do steroids shots instead. It’s the best option they could offer. He will be back in the nursing home by the weekend. At his age, this kind of injury could be that Thing that is the last straw. I just don’t want him to be in pain. I was prepared yesterday for him to go, when it first happened, but now he seems to be doing better. It’s sad to say, but I think Grandpa has been ready to let go for awhile, but he holds on for Grandma and it’s honestly not doing Grandma any good. (also, Grandma needs to stop telling us grandkids that we shouldn’t be bothered to come visit her and Grandpa, not to trouble ourselves. When I was a kid in the hospital all the time, Grandma was the person who came to visit me more than anyone else, except my mom. More than my own dad even. That’s what family does. And you know where I learned that? From Grandma!)
3) My whole family is coming over to my house for a holiday gathering on Saturday and while I love my family, that’s a damn lot of people (anywhere from 25 - 40) up in my house and while I also usually enjoy it once the game playing gets underway, I dislike the awkward polite conversation portion of the night because they want to know what I’ve been up to and how do I explain writing Jensen/JDM porn and discovering Tumblr? This is my life, but none of them consider it much of a life, because they all talk about their jobs/marriages/kids. I’ll stick to my JDM porn, thanks. Also, it is just a lot for me, energy-wise. The parties never last less than 6 hours and often go for 10. I’m tired just thinking about it. I console myself with the fact that my sister is making spritz cookies for the party. Mmmmm, spritz cookies.
That is all.
2) Grandpa fell out of his wheelchair at the nursing home. He tries, often, to stand up from his chair. He is too out of it to realize that he can’t do that anymore. There’s a sensor on his seat that warns when the weight changes on it, but it only takes a split second for him to lurch forward. I guess he was having a screaming fit in the middle of the night, so they brought him out to the nurses station with them, but then he tried to stand up, as he does when he is in those moods, and went face first onto the floor. He has a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. Normally they would perform surgery on the shoulder, but they can’t for him because he’s 94. They said it would mostly affect mobility, that he doesn’t really have anyways, and that if it was hurting him at all, they could do steroids shots instead. It’s the best option they could offer. He will be back in the nursing home by the weekend. At his age, this kind of injury could be that Thing that is the last straw. I just don’t want him to be in pain. I was prepared yesterday for him to go, when it first happened, but now he seems to be doing better. It’s sad to say, but I think Grandpa has been ready to let go for awhile, but he holds on for Grandma and it’s honestly not doing Grandma any good. (also, Grandma needs to stop telling us grandkids that we shouldn’t be bothered to come visit her and Grandpa, not to trouble ourselves. When I was a kid in the hospital all the time, Grandma was the person who came to visit me more than anyone else, except my mom. More than my own dad even. That’s what family does. And you know where I learned that? From Grandma!)
3) My whole family is coming over to my house for a holiday gathering on Saturday and while I love my family, that’s a damn lot of people (anywhere from 25 - 40) up in my house and while I also usually enjoy it once the game playing gets underway, I dislike the awkward polite conversation portion of the night because they want to know what I’ve been up to and how do I explain writing Jensen/JDM porn and discovering Tumblr? This is my life, but none of them consider it much of a life, because they all talk about their jobs/marriages/kids. I’ll stick to my JDM porn, thanks. Also, it is just a lot for me, energy-wise. The parties never last less than 6 hours and often go for 10. I’m tired just thinking about it. I console myself with the fact that my sister is making spritz cookies for the party. Mmmmm, spritz cookies.
That is all.