28 September, 2005
That's my life. Well, hell. Y'all know that. You've been here.
For the past few days I've been taking care of my Grandmother, Mo. Apparently it is my lot in life to take care of somebody's grandparent. I'm thankful that this time it is my own and that I get the chance to spend some time with her. We have always gotten along (as long as I am not co-habitating with her) and are a lot alike. I don't know what that says about me because we all know she's nuts. It is the good kinda nuts though. Fortunately, since we are so alike I have insights on when she is feeding a line of crap to my parents and can tip them off. Unfortunately, since we are so similar, when she decides that she wants someone there with her she means me. She's decided that as soon as I get a car she wants to pay me to come over and cook and keep house for her. I loaded her up on food yesterday (shrimp sauteed in a pesto cream sauce over angel hair pasta for yesterday and a big pot of chili to take care of the next few days that I won't be able to get over there) and got as much cleaning done as I could. I've also convinced her to see her doctor about her "balance problem". She says it is her inner ear. We know otherwise, but whatever.
I took the new dog over there to introduce them. Mo is very fond of Copper and made me move off of the couch when she thought he wanted to sit where I was. That's normal. Copper has been doing great and is fitting in really well. He loves to play all the time. I forgot how much fun it was to play with a dog who doesn't get bored with toys in a few seconds. Of course, Copper's toys don't last much longer than a few minutes since his greatest joy in life is to destroy anything that claims to be indestructible. He's gone through about 25 toys since we've had him and just keeps coming back for more. He's such a good dog though. He will not play with anything that hasn't been given to him so I have no fear that my shoes or the cell phone or my remotes are in danger of being Copperized. His favorite game is tug o' war but he is having a great time learning how to fetch and M is having a great time having a reason to throw a football. Our biggest problem is Copper not fully understanding that he can't have the run of the upstairs portion of the house yet. I finally found a barricade that works yesterday so that makes my life a little easier when I have to leave the house and I can't take him with me.
We've made a little progress on the house front. No full details until we've got it completely done, but I'll let y'all know when that happens. We are finishing the kitchen this weekend. Okay, we're finishing all the kitchen projects that we already have the supplies for this weekend and will continue on it as we get the money to buy the very few remaining supplies. Either way, I will finally have my kitchen soon. That's a BIG yea! Hey, progress is progress.
We had "the money talk" with The MIL Monday night. She now knows that we will pay our share of the household bills but since The Spy is without a job she will be responsible for his bills until he starts to pay them himself. This could explain the fact that after she had a little talk with The Spy soon after ours he left the house bright and early the next morning and came home with employment. Nothing like unveiled threats to get the ball rolling, huh?
Posted at 11:01 AM
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