"P" is for pointless.
This is a pointless post. I have nothing really of value to say, but I have promised Natalie that I would post more frequently. I am attempting to keep my promise, and since many have been asking about my grandparents, I figured I could update on that.
My grandparents are an absolute-painstakingly-hilarious-odd-couple-MESS. Talking to them is more painful than usual mostly because I'm racked with guilt that I'm not there to stress out more than I am in Bucks County. Why am I racked with guilt? Well, mostly because I'm the "only child" and apparently one of the few who was smart enough to move far enough away where their daily dramas didn't have to be my own. And I have this awful habit of calling when EVERYONE in the family is at the house and EVERYONE is talking loudly over each other so I'm not really having a conversation, but listening to the chaos that is occurring live for my very own ears.
So it's a mess. No one knows what's happening. No one knows what the insurance is going to do. No one knows how much information granddad has told the strangers that come to our door. No one knows where my grandparents are going to live. No. One. Knows. Anything.
It's very frustrating. I've decided that the only way I can help is to cook. Yes, I've started cooking. And I'm storing. And on Thursday I will transport the food and give it to my family so there is one less thing for them to not know about.
My granddad turned 81 on Saturday.
And I went to the dermotologist today and I showed her a mole that looked too dark for my liking. She agreed and literally SAWED it off. I've never seen this done before. She gave me a shot, and the next thing I know she had this scary looking razor blade and she was sawing it off. And then she tells me she's going to have a biopsy done and she'll let me know in 7-10 days if it's cancerous or not.
Thanks, lady. One more thing for me to contemplate.
I think I'm hosting Thanksgiving dinner. Hmmm. I don't know if our oven is big enough for a turkey. I suppose I should probably look into that.
There's a cat in my lap. The one who makes my eyes swell and makes me sneeze. But I love him anyway.
My grandparents are an absolute-painstakingly-hilarious-odd-couple-MESS. Talking to them is more painful than usual mostly because I'm racked with guilt that I'm not there to stress out more than I am in Bucks County. Why am I racked with guilt? Well, mostly because I'm the "only child" and apparently one of the few who was smart enough to move far enough away where their daily dramas didn't have to be my own. And I have this awful habit of calling when EVERYONE in the family is at the house and EVERYONE is talking loudly over each other so I'm not really having a conversation, but listening to the chaos that is occurring live for my very own ears.
So it's a mess. No one knows what's happening. No one knows what the insurance is going to do. No one knows how much information granddad has told the strangers that come to our door. No one knows where my grandparents are going to live. No. One. Knows. Anything.
It's very frustrating. I've decided that the only way I can help is to cook. Yes, I've started cooking. And I'm storing. And on Thursday I will transport the food and give it to my family so there is one less thing for them to not know about.
My granddad turned 81 on Saturday.
And I went to the dermotologist today and I showed her a mole that looked too dark for my liking. She agreed and literally SAWED it off. I've never seen this done before. She gave me a shot, and the next thing I know she had this scary looking razor blade and she was sawing it off. And then she tells me she's going to have a biopsy done and she'll let me know in 7-10 days if it's cancerous or not.
Thanks, lady. One more thing for me to contemplate.
I think I'm hosting Thanksgiving dinner. Hmmm. I don't know if our oven is big enough for a turkey. I suppose I should probably look into that.
There's a cat in my lap. The one who makes my eyes swell and makes me sneeze. But I love him anyway.