A difficult week
Well I'm pretty sure Chords is going under, Hodge and I are still owed pay. My grandma after one week of being at Woodmont (again), is back at the hospital. A friend was sexually assaulted. Finally we are moving all the furniture out of my other grandma's house.
Chords not addressing it.
Grandma - who knows, not sure if she wants attention, or if she truly has pain in her leg. But she doesn't tell my mom, Aunt Anna, or me shit when we are there. However when the nurse or therapist comes by there is always a problem.
Finding out a friend was sexually assaulted last night broke my heart, and I handled it in classic Trigger fashion, got drunk as fast as possible and cried. Good thinking. Makes me one hell of a friend.
Moving the furniture out of the house could be painful in many ways, The obvious physical pain of moving heavy objects, and saying the emotional pain of saying goodbye to that house for the last time. That house contains 26 years of memories, mostly good, some bad, but I don't worry about the bad. I remember the smell of rice pudding stewing on the stove, the smell of the FOUR pies my grandma would make, the distinctive sound of football in the background as my granddad always watched it. It was always fun to go over and show off what I learned at my last golf lesson, they were impressed with the little things like making big swings that make the ball go up really high, and go about 10 yards(a flop shot, for any golf nerds), or if I showed them how to make the ball go right to left, then left to right. Plus the countless days of playing hooky in my younger days.
Well enough of the bad. I've hung out with Lyssa a lot this week, and I've found out how important she is to me. She is truly the best girl friend (two words, platonic) I could ever ask for. Hanging out with her has made me feel so absolutely wonderful, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. She truly is my homeslice. I only hope she realizes that she is the person, to which I see in her. Lyssa if you read this, stop being so hard on yourself. If anything take what you've done for my spirit this week and go with that, not to be shallow. (Que the Queen song here.) Love you girl.
Chords not addressing it.
Grandma - who knows, not sure if she wants attention, or if she truly has pain in her leg. But she doesn't tell my mom, Aunt Anna, or me shit when we are there. However when the nurse or therapist comes by there is always a problem.
Finding out a friend was sexually assaulted last night broke my heart, and I handled it in classic Trigger fashion, got drunk as fast as possible and cried. Good thinking. Makes me one hell of a friend.
Moving the furniture out of the house could be painful in many ways, The obvious physical pain of moving heavy objects, and saying the emotional pain of saying goodbye to that house for the last time. That house contains 26 years of memories, mostly good, some bad, but I don't worry about the bad. I remember the smell of rice pudding stewing on the stove, the smell of the FOUR pies my grandma would make, the distinctive sound of football in the background as my granddad always watched it. It was always fun to go over and show off what I learned at my last golf lesson, they were impressed with the little things like making big swings that make the ball go up really high, and go about 10 yards(a flop shot, for any golf nerds), or if I showed them how to make the ball go right to left, then left to right. Plus the countless days of playing hooky in my younger days.
Well enough of the bad. I've hung out with Lyssa a lot this week, and I've found out how important she is to me. She is truly the best girl friend (two words, platonic) I could ever ask for. Hanging out with her has made me feel so absolutely wonderful, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. She truly is my homeslice. I only hope she realizes that she is the person, to which I see in her. Lyssa if you read this, stop being so hard on yourself. If anything take what you've done for my spirit this week and go with that, not to be shallow. (Que the Queen song here.) Love you girl.