Grandparents and Parents
Derrff, I can't wake up...
Admittedly not being able to wake up at 1:30 in the afternoon is kind of lame. Hey, shut up, sleep scheduling isn't really my thing.
My nose has been stuffed on one side or the other all week...it's so annoying. Stupid sinuses. The worst part is that it keeps coming back no matter what you do about it. Even if I get rid of it for a while, it just returns every couple months or so. I guess I need to start drinking more water...that usually helps.
So today is going to be another one of those schlepping days. I feel bad for my grandparents and I love them, but visiting their apartment is always so unpleasant. My grandfather is getting more and more crotchety and my grandmother's mind is falling apart at the seams. It's a little depressing. The best I can hope for is that I won't inherit those genes. Of course, if not those, I'll probably inherit my other grandfather's genes of dying young. Shit.
Ugh, that apartment always has this smell...how on earth do they even tolerate it?
And EVERYTHING in there is old...is there a part of the theory of relativity that says that being around old people makes things age faster? No? Well, I guess they don't shop much.
I guess I'm being kind of harsh. It's just early. Well, no, it isn't.
Anyway, my grandfather's old-person-hobby is BLOGGING of all things. He argues politics on some blog website. I'd join him but I think we would end up hating each other. Honestly, there aren't that many people online who really have any idea what they're talking about.
Well, at least it gives him something to do. I think it might be time for my parents to start their own old-person hobbies. Dad has the sailing thing, but we can't really afford to do it that often. Sailboats are really cool, actually, and it's a nice way to spend a day.
Even though I don't want to spend time with them anymore, I can't deny that the little things my family did influenced me a lot.
My dad loves boats, and we used to own one back in New Hartford. To this day, I can remember falling asleep on the waves...summer days, jumping from cliffs, that restaurant we used to go to near the marina...somewhere along the line I picked up an appreciation for watercraft, oddly enough.
My mom always read books to me and taught me to read when I was quite young. If you influence your kid in only one way, make that way to encourage them to like reading. Well, ok, I'm not in a position where I can give advice like that... I dunno, I have a hard time believing that my life would really be better if I'd waited until I got to school to start reading. Whatever, if I have kids, I'm teaching them the alphabet as soon as they can hold their own head up.
Well, I guess I ought to hit the old dusty trail before they come in and start their "why aren't you ready to go yet" routine. Gawd, I appreciate them, but...I really need to get out of this house while I still can.
Admittedly not being able to wake up at 1:30 in the afternoon is kind of lame. Hey, shut up, sleep scheduling isn't really my thing.
My nose has been stuffed on one side or the other all week...it's so annoying. Stupid sinuses. The worst part is that it keeps coming back no matter what you do about it. Even if I get rid of it for a while, it just returns every couple months or so. I guess I need to start drinking more water...that usually helps.
So today is going to be another one of those schlepping days. I feel bad for my grandparents and I love them, but visiting their apartment is always so unpleasant. My grandfather is getting more and more crotchety and my grandmother's mind is falling apart at the seams. It's a little depressing. The best I can hope for is that I won't inherit those genes. Of course, if not those, I'll probably inherit my other grandfather's genes of dying young. Shit.
Ugh, that apartment always has this smell...how on earth do they even tolerate it?
And EVERYTHING in there is old...is there a part of the theory of relativity that says that being around old people makes things age faster? No? Well, I guess they don't shop much.
I guess I'm being kind of harsh. It's just early. Well, no, it isn't.
Anyway, my grandfather's old-person-hobby is BLOGGING of all things. He argues politics on some blog website. I'd join him but I think we would end up hating each other. Honestly, there aren't that many people online who really have any idea what they're talking about.
Well, at least it gives him something to do. I think it might be time for my parents to start their own old-person hobbies. Dad has the sailing thing, but we can't really afford to do it that often. Sailboats are really cool, actually, and it's a nice way to spend a day.
Even though I don't want to spend time with them anymore, I can't deny that the little things my family did influenced me a lot.
My dad loves boats, and we used to own one back in New Hartford. To this day, I can remember falling asleep on the waves...summer days, jumping from cliffs, that restaurant we used to go to near the marina...somewhere along the line I picked up an appreciation for watercraft, oddly enough.
My mom always read books to me and taught me to read when I was quite young. If you influence your kid in only one way, make that way to encourage them to like reading. Well, ok, I'm not in a position where I can give advice like that... I dunno, I have a hard time believing that my life would really be better if I'd waited until I got to school to start reading. Whatever, if I have kids, I'm teaching them the alphabet as soon as they can hold their own head up.
Well, I guess I ought to hit the old dusty trail before they come in and start their "why aren't you ready to go yet" routine. Gawd, I appreciate them, but...I really need to get out of this house while I still can.