Friday, August 31, 2007
Losing My Mind
Yep. I am. Losing my mind. Interesting times indeed.
Sunday is the packing day. Two of my cousins on my father's side of the family are coming to help. The third has to work. We are not in touch with my mother's side of the family. Well when things were looking bad I called my mother's sister in law. She was glad to hear from me but hasn't been in touch since. I called my cousin who never called me back. But she is a born again christian and never had kids and her husband died a couple of years ago. I was out of town and didn't go to the funeral but sent a card. She was always a cold fish. I called her brother's wife who I used to be friendly with. She was glad to hear from me and made all kinds of promises about visiting, etc. but I haven't heard from her since. I learned that when I had my father's 80th surprise party. She never rsvp'd but sent roses. She is a nut. I sent her a nice note saying thanks but my parents would have rather seen her and their nephew.
Families.
Thursday is moving day. woo hoo. Today we went to Glen Meadows and my father plunked down the money and we got the keys.
I had done a to-scale furniture layout. It really is very small and they need to get rid of a lot. When we went to the apt., I think it sunk in to my father that yes, they are doing this. He is so stuck on how much he likes his apt. now. The biggest thing is the breeze they have. It is nice. I live in a valley and their new apt is in a valley so there is no breeze. But oh well. He said ... I guess I have to learn to like it. ugh. yep.
When we arrived today, they had a mini farmer's market. Well one farmer. But how cool. All the residents coudl come and buy what they want. From very agile to people on those scooters where buying up the stuff. They really try to make it so nice.
My father had to have his physical. They sent someone out to the nursing home to do my mother's. It really was about his mental health. They did the mini mental and some other stuff and he was fine. They wanted to figure out how much home health they will need. My father basically wants none but if I had a 1,000 dollars for every time he has said how worried he is whether he can handle taking care of her once they are there ... I wouldn't have to work for a year. really.
So after we looked over the apt I went and searched for a new dining table for them. Well after I went and picked up Eli's cell phone which needed to be fixed and then to office depot to pay another 100 for school supplies for both the kids, I stopped at a consignment shop but didn't find anything. It is a little too upscale but I have found lots of good stuff there.
Then I went home and got their change of address labels and moving cards printed out. Then I went to Glen Meadows and then after that I went to four other places looking for a table. I finally got lucky at Salvation Army and found the perfect table. Apparently it had just come in that day. What a great feeling.
It is interesting telling Michael this stuff. He knows I am not supposed to lift anything. I had never thought about it but one of the few privileges of being a woman is that I get asked ... would you like help with that. Hell yeah. Whenever I buy a big box of booze, I always get help. I guess they dont' ask guys?
So I told the guy at Salvation Army I needed help. And he said fine and put it all in my car. Hell when I dropped off all the crap in my car from my de-crapping of their apt at Goodwill, I went in and asked if someone could help me. The two chicks at the door looked at me like ... no way bitch ... but a guy said he woudl help.
Hell, they want it, they need to help unload it. I used to have trailer right here that took stuff but someone told me they did away with that.
So okay. Let's see my day. Lots of me time. See next blog about yesterday's stupidity.
So the kids are finally gone and after resting (I am doing great but I am trying to really not overdo it. Or at least rest when I can. )
I go through the bag o crap that my father gave me. Sections of the paper I don't want. Crappy snacks for the kids and the requisite envelope with articles that are cut out for me to read.
Let's see. Most are sutpid. But then there is an op-ed about assisted suicide. Okay. What does that mean? Then there is an article about adhd meds. Yeah. I don't know anythign abut what I am choosing to give my kid.
And then viola. Two articles on gastric bypass surgery.
Okay. My parents used to do this all this time to me. But it had stopped for a while.
What am I supposed to do with this? Fuck you old man. You want me to walk away? You finally fucking need me. You don't see this hurts my feelings? And for your fucking information I don't even qualify. I am not 100 pounds overweight and I have none of the factors like diabetes, etc. You fucking mean old man.
Okay. Well. I don't feel better but this is so not fune.
And so it goes.
Sunday is the packing day. Two of my cousins on my father's side of the family are coming to help. The third has to work. We are not in touch with my mother's side of the family. Well when things were looking bad I called my mother's sister in law. She was glad to hear from me but hasn't been in touch since. I called my cousin who never called me back. But she is a born again christian and never had kids and her husband died a couple of years ago. I was out of town and didn't go to the funeral but sent a card. She was always a cold fish. I called her brother's wife who I used to be friendly with. She was glad to hear from me and made all kinds of promises about visiting, etc. but I haven't heard from her since. I learned that when I had my father's 80th surprise party. She never rsvp'd but sent roses. She is a nut. I sent her a nice note saying thanks but my parents would have rather seen her and their nephew.
Families.
Thursday is moving day. woo hoo. Today we went to Glen Meadows and my father plunked down the money and we got the keys.
I had done a to-scale furniture layout. It really is very small and they need to get rid of a lot. When we went to the apt., I think it sunk in to my father that yes, they are doing this. He is so stuck on how much he likes his apt. now. The biggest thing is the breeze they have. It is nice. I live in a valley and their new apt is in a valley so there is no breeze. But oh well. He said ... I guess I have to learn to like it. ugh. yep.
When we arrived today, they had a mini farmer's market. Well one farmer. But how cool. All the residents coudl come and buy what they want. From very agile to people on those scooters where buying up the stuff. They really try to make it so nice.
My father had to have his physical. They sent someone out to the nursing home to do my mother's. It really was about his mental health. They did the mini mental and some other stuff and he was fine. They wanted to figure out how much home health they will need. My father basically wants none but if I had a 1,000 dollars for every time he has said how worried he is whether he can handle taking care of her once they are there ... I wouldn't have to work for a year. really.
So after we looked over the apt I went and searched for a new dining table for them. Well after I went and picked up Eli's cell phone which needed to be fixed and then to office depot to pay another 100 for school supplies for both the kids, I stopped at a consignment shop but didn't find anything. It is a little too upscale but I have found lots of good stuff there.
Then I went home and got their change of address labels and moving cards printed out. Then I went to Glen Meadows and then after that I went to four other places looking for a table. I finally got lucky at Salvation Army and found the perfect table. Apparently it had just come in that day. What a great feeling.
It is interesting telling Michael this stuff. He knows I am not supposed to lift anything. I had never thought about it but one of the few privileges of being a woman is that I get asked ... would you like help with that. Hell yeah. Whenever I buy a big box of booze, I always get help. I guess they dont' ask guys?
So I told the guy at Salvation Army I needed help. And he said fine and put it all in my car. Hell when I dropped off all the crap in my car from my de-crapping of their apt at Goodwill, I went in and asked if someone could help me. The two chicks at the door looked at me like ... no way bitch ... but a guy said he woudl help.
Hell, they want it, they need to help unload it. I used to have trailer right here that took stuff but someone told me they did away with that.
So okay. Let's see my day. Lots of me time. See next blog about yesterday's stupidity.
So the kids are finally gone and after resting (I am doing great but I am trying to really not overdo it. Or at least rest when I can. )
I go through the bag o crap that my father gave me. Sections of the paper I don't want. Crappy snacks for the kids and the requisite envelope with articles that are cut out for me to read.
Let's see. Most are sutpid. But then there is an op-ed about assisted suicide. Okay. What does that mean? Then there is an article about adhd meds. Yeah. I don't know anythign abut what I am choosing to give my kid.
And then viola. Two articles on gastric bypass surgery.
Okay. My parents used to do this all this time to me. But it had stopped for a while.
What am I supposed to do with this? Fuck you old man. You want me to walk away? You finally fucking need me. You don't see this hurts my feelings? And for your fucking information I don't even qualify. I am not 100 pounds overweight and I have none of the factors like diabetes, etc. You fucking mean old man.
Okay. Well. I don't feel better but this is so not fune.
And so it goes.
