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I got an unexpected day off today and so I went to see my grandparents. It had been way too long between visits but everytime I made plans to go down they fell through so today I just got up and went down there before my day got filled with bullshit. My dad's mom is my last living grandmother and she has alsheimers that is pretty advanced since her grasp on reality was never that tight and she had little use for a widely held view of reality it wasn't caught until it got really bad. Today was a good day for her though and she remembered who I was the whole time and we didn't just have the one conversation over and over again which happens sometimes so I was pleasantly surprised. I got to talk to my grandpa a little on our own to get the whole story of how she was doing but she is still very cunning and watches him like a hawk lest he should reveal too much truth to me but he said she has good days and bad but has stopped randomly attacking him in his sleep which is what almost got her put in the home in may. They are a good team and my dad would be proud of them for remaining independant through all of the recent craziness. My cousins and my dad's youngest sister continue to borrow/steal there stuff which is disconcerting but not new news to me. My male cousins on that side are a real pair but in their defence there are a lot of faulty memories in the mix and some of it is unintentional I'm sure. I was glad to see that there was food in the fridge and the house was not all thrashed they seemed to be doing well. We went out to lunch but we didn't get to play any music which is what we usually do when i come through. I promised to get down next month some sunday and bring the girls and we would pick some tunes. I always play them the songs that my dad always played and other old country that they know and as happy as it makes them it is also kind of a bummer for us all. I usually bring their friends guitar that my dad inherited when he passed that he then gave to me which is a 1967 Martin D28 made with the brazilian rosewood. It is a bad ass guitar one of the best I have ever played and it makes them happy to see it and hear me play that guys songs as well. This is not the most exciting blog but I am a bit wiped out from this day and I am sure this is full of typos since SG is down on firefox and I had to get on through explorer which doesn't spell check.


I had this song in my head all the way home because my grandpa told me that the reason there was a big pile of stuff in the livingroom was because when she loses it she always says she is going to pack her crap and move home to her parents house which hasn't existed since before I was born. She told me it was for a garage sale.