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It's been a real while since I was online. Too much stuff happened. Let's see if I remember...
There was a week of raining. Which means floods and no service. It also meant that there were classes but no one showed up. Well, there were some students around. Which only tells me that some parents don't really love their kids. There was no water and that means there was no lunch, plus electricity went out too. I remember that cause the parents still left them there even when the school called them.
I think that week my stepfather's brother died too. I'm not sure, but I DO know it was a Friday.
Then the family wars started. My aunt (who lives right next door to my grandmother) suddenly refused to take care of her. She says that everyone is leaving her alone to take care of grandma. She conveniently forgot that she lives next door to her. Grandma didn't really help either.
The truth is that she's not supposed to be alone. Unfortunately, when mom and my other aunt had the money to make a room for her she refused. Back then she was still healthy and coherent. Now she has Alzheimer and can never remember anything. And my dear aunt, who lives next door and has a room completely free in the house my mom left her for free if she took care of grandma cause everyone was afraid of her being all alone, can't take care of her anymore.
Even when mom got her a person to care for her in the mornings and the afternoons were shared between mom, my other aunt and grandma's neighbor (a sort of adopted daughter). All she had to do was watch out for her during the nights. And grandma's medicines keep her asleep during most of it. Unless you send her to bed at 6PM (like my dear aunt does). No wonder she wakes up earlier than expected. She's sending her to sleep earlier than expected.
Well, my dear aunt threw a temper tantrum worthy of a psychiatric ward. Now she won't speak to my other aunt and our schedules have to be changing constantly in case she decides to go away and leave grandma alone.
Oh, that reminds me of the fateful day (right in the middle of the family wars drama) that grandma fell and had to be taken to the hospital. My other aunt had her own car. She could've easily gotten her to the hospital. Or they could've waited for the ambulance that my aunt was convinced she needed but then changed her mind and called to cancel them. My aunt told my other aunt that she was not setting foot on her car and made me drive. We were there until almost 11PM and when we left the hospital my sister offered to drive so I left with my other aunt. A man didn't stop at the intersection and crashed his car into my aunt's car. My sister didn't had her license with her (at least the cop let her get it). And just like we left the hospital, we went back in. My grandma screaming that her heart broke with the crash, and my sister having a nervous breakdown from it being her first crash, my grandma screaming and the car not being hers.
I'm the one driving her around. Did I say that my car was still being repaired? Cause it was. That meant that I'm driving both my aunt and my sister around cause we are using my aunt's Lancer while mine got fixed.
And then it rained again. A lot. Flooding kind of rain. Houses were destroyed, people drowned, mountains went down, rivers went crazy and streets became rivers. And I was reminded that we (Puerto Rico in general) suck at planning. Through the radio I heard that the PR-30, the main an only Highway to get out of Las Piedras, was flooded cause there's a small river that flows from a mountain on the right side and it had flooded the Highway. Of course, then someone called to remind people that on the left side of that Highway one of the lanes was literally on the air cause the terrain had collapsed and there's nothing to support it. (that's not new and it's still not fixed). And when the power came back, I watched on the news the people using jetskis and boats on the streets. And the people wondering how could it be that their houses got flooded when they live near rivers. Or worse... Theres's this reporter saying how the people lost everything. Behind him it's a small river that ends in a freaking road. Apparently, the water of the river flows on the side of the road and joins another small river down the road. Newsflash! That's the same freaking river! We just built a road and houses on a river and then wonder why! Oh, and the plaza that has yet another river running through it. And then they wondered how the entire center of the city got destroyed...
Master builders we are not.
Oh, I live in a valley and I thought that meant I live in a hole. But I thought that hole was flat. Apparently, I was mistaken. One of the new roads collapsed, taking two cars with it down a 50ft hole to an underground river. And I'm like... WTF! WE HAVE A RIVER!! And then... 50FT??? But they fixed that now, so no big.
Note to self: I need to go through there and see if there's anything different.
Oh, during all that mess, my stepfather's mother died too. It was the Friday after the Friday his brother died. And now he's come to live with us... I am still disturbed and annoyed at that fact. And pissed too, but since this is not my home.... ugh...
Let's see... rains went away and now I'm catching up at work. Rains means that no students go to school (unless their parents don't love them) and now we are all behind. To add to that, I am now co-manager of a Scholastics Book Fair that's coming on October.
In good news bad news: Good news, I got my car back. Bad news, it's still not fixed. I got it last week, but mom tried to fix the horn and it got stuck again and they had to take the fuse out until they could fix it. My car won't start with that fuse. I got it back this Monday but now the fan won't work when it's running below 30MPH, so it's always overheating. Either my car is the first hypochondriac car or it has Munchausen Syndrome. In other words, my stepfather needs money and my car is a good way to leech money from and keeps breaking it. He is the one in charge of repairs and I have no idea who he takes it to fix.
Unfortunately, I'm feeling vindictive enough to not give him any money. And I give the same amount of money I give mom as if my car wasn't broken. He's not taking more money from me. Specially when I made it quite clear that I didn't wanted the A/C or the horn fixed. The horn will last for 2 touches and the A/C never lasts more than a week. And that's everytime he's fixed it.
Anyways, I think this is the most important stuff I've been doing. There are other things, but this is too long as it is. I'm tired, annoyed, and pretty much feeling shitty. But at least I'm alive... right?
There was a week of raining. Which means floods and no service. It also meant that there were classes but no one showed up. Well, there were some students around. Which only tells me that some parents don't really love their kids. There was no water and that means there was no lunch, plus electricity went out too. I remember that cause the parents still left them there even when the school called them.
I think that week my stepfather's brother died too. I'm not sure, but I DO know it was a Friday.
Then the family wars started. My aunt (who lives right next door to my grandmother) suddenly refused to take care of her. She says that everyone is leaving her alone to take care of grandma. She conveniently forgot that she lives next door to her. Grandma didn't really help either.
The truth is that she's not supposed to be alone. Unfortunately, when mom and my other aunt had the money to make a room for her she refused. Back then she was still healthy and coherent. Now she has Alzheimer and can never remember anything. And my dear aunt, who lives next door and has a room completely free in the house my mom left her for free if she took care of grandma cause everyone was afraid of her being all alone, can't take care of her anymore.
Even when mom got her a person to care for her in the mornings and the afternoons were shared between mom, my other aunt and grandma's neighbor (a sort of adopted daughter). All she had to do was watch out for her during the nights. And grandma's medicines keep her asleep during most of it. Unless you send her to bed at 6PM (like my dear aunt does). No wonder she wakes up earlier than expected. She's sending her to sleep earlier than expected.
Well, my dear aunt threw a temper tantrum worthy of a psychiatric ward. Now she won't speak to my other aunt and our schedules have to be changing constantly in case she decides to go away and leave grandma alone.
Oh, that reminds me of the fateful day (right in the middle of the family wars drama) that grandma fell and had to be taken to the hospital. My other aunt had her own car. She could've easily gotten her to the hospital. Or they could've waited for the ambulance that my aunt was convinced she needed but then changed her mind and called to cancel them. My aunt told my other aunt that she was not setting foot on her car and made me drive. We were there until almost 11PM and when we left the hospital my sister offered to drive so I left with my other aunt. A man didn't stop at the intersection and crashed his car into my aunt's car. My sister didn't had her license with her (at least the cop let her get it). And just like we left the hospital, we went back in. My grandma screaming that her heart broke with the crash, and my sister having a nervous breakdown from it being her first crash, my grandma screaming and the car not being hers.
I'm the one driving her around. Did I say that my car was still being repaired? Cause it was. That meant that I'm driving both my aunt and my sister around cause we are using my aunt's Lancer while mine got fixed.
And then it rained again. A lot. Flooding kind of rain. Houses were destroyed, people drowned, mountains went down, rivers went crazy and streets became rivers. And I was reminded that we (Puerto Rico in general) suck at planning. Through the radio I heard that the PR-30, the main an only Highway to get out of Las Piedras, was flooded cause there's a small river that flows from a mountain on the right side and it had flooded the Highway. Of course, then someone called to remind people that on the left side of that Highway one of the lanes was literally on the air cause the terrain had collapsed and there's nothing to support it. (that's not new and it's still not fixed). And when the power came back, I watched on the news the people using jetskis and boats on the streets. And the people wondering how could it be that their houses got flooded when they live near rivers. Or worse... Theres's this reporter saying how the people lost everything. Behind him it's a small river that ends in a freaking road. Apparently, the water of the river flows on the side of the road and joins another small river down the road. Newsflash! That's the same freaking river! We just built a road and houses on a river and then wonder why! Oh, and the plaza that has yet another river running through it. And then they wondered how the entire center of the city got destroyed...
Master builders we are not.
Oh, I live in a valley and I thought that meant I live in a hole. But I thought that hole was flat. Apparently, I was mistaken. One of the new roads collapsed, taking two cars with it down a 50ft hole to an underground river. And I'm like... WTF! WE HAVE A RIVER!! And then... 50FT??? But they fixed that now, so no big.
Note to self: I need to go through there and see if there's anything different.
Oh, during all that mess, my stepfather's mother died too. It was the Friday after the Friday his brother died. And now he's come to live with us... I am still disturbed and annoyed at that fact. And pissed too, but since this is not my home.... ugh...
Let's see... rains went away and now I'm catching up at work. Rains means that no students go to school (unless their parents don't love them) and now we are all behind. To add to that, I am now co-manager of a Scholastics Book Fair that's coming on October.
In good news bad news: Good news, I got my car back. Bad news, it's still not fixed. I got it last week, but mom tried to fix the horn and it got stuck again and they had to take the fuse out until they could fix it. My car won't start with that fuse. I got it back this Monday but now the fan won't work when it's running below 30MPH, so it's always overheating. Either my car is the first hypochondriac car or it has Munchausen Syndrome. In other words, my stepfather needs money and my car is a good way to leech money from and keeps breaking it. He is the one in charge of repairs and I have no idea who he takes it to fix.
Unfortunately, I'm feeling vindictive enough to not give him any money. And I give the same amount of money I give mom as if my car wasn't broken. He's not taking more money from me. Specially when I made it quite clear that I didn't wanted the A/C or the horn fixed. The horn will last for 2 touches and the A/C never lasts more than a week. And that's everytime he's fixed it.
Anyways, I think this is the most important stuff I've been doing. There are other things, but this is too long as it is. I'm tired, annoyed, and pretty much feeling shitty. But at least I'm alive... right?