I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hurray! 4 days in Erie, and I have returned. I went down to help take care of my great grandmother. I drove my mother down, and...
Ok, first that. What a joy. I love my mother to peices, but... no. not that kinda time in the car with her, all alone. It's like turning on one of those electric drills, placing it to my temple, and just barely pressing the button. It was a slow torture going into the skull.
Then i got to take care of my great grandmother. She's a card. 87 years old. The great depression really affected her, and she has always had a major policy of never throwing anything away she might need. Her home hadn't been cleaned since her husband died (about 15 years previously) when she was evicted from it for unsanitary conditions. (that's ok, she owned 4 other houses and moved into the least full one of those).
So, I was staying in her old house and my mother with her. It was literally a whirlwind of cleaning (the house I was staying in), pruning (bushes and trees at another house), repairing (a partially collapsed garage), trying to help a clogged toilet (sulfiric acid is some nasty shit!), checking on car's (battery needs to be replaced), and a whole slew of other things i can't remember at the moment.
Now i'm back, in Rochester. Have to say, the air is cleaner, the city prettier, and generally life less bleak and depressing. Now i'm going to need to unpack and then a shower and then what I wouldn't give for some lady type company!
Love you all, and it's good to be back!
Hurray! 4 days in Erie, and I have returned. I went down to help take care of my great grandmother. I drove my mother down, and...
Ok, first that. What a joy. I love my mother to peices, but... no. not that kinda time in the car with her, all alone. It's like turning on one of those electric drills, placing it to my temple, and just barely pressing the button. It was a slow torture going into the skull.
Then i got to take care of my great grandmother. She's a card. 87 years old. The great depression really affected her, and she has always had a major policy of never throwing anything away she might need. Her home hadn't been cleaned since her husband died (about 15 years previously) when she was evicted from it for unsanitary conditions. (that's ok, she owned 4 other houses and moved into the least full one of those).
So, I was staying in her old house and my mother with her. It was literally a whirlwind of cleaning (the house I was staying in), pruning (bushes and trees at another house), repairing (a partially collapsed garage), trying to help a clogged toilet (sulfiric acid is some nasty shit!), checking on car's (battery needs to be replaced), and a whole slew of other things i can't remember at the moment.
Now i'm back, in Rochester. Have to say, the air is cleaner, the city prettier, and generally life less bleak and depressing. Now i'm going to need to unpack and then a shower and then what I wouldn't give for some lady type company!
Love you all, and it's good to be back!
smthngclever:
wow. sounds like a lot of work. she is quite the pack-rat huh? find any cool shit? or just shit? She needs to be on that Clean Sweep show where they make pack rats get rid of stuff. Craziness. You deserve a drink! 
poem:
Thanks a lot for the kitty expertise! I think I'll try that tuna fish thing, as he seems to really enjoy McDonald's grilled chicken and Subways roast beef, though he will only eat it out of our hands, not off the floor, like he doesn't trust it maybe, which would make perfect sense if he can't smell it too well. I'm almost positive he doesn't have worms, and he's an inside cat, so no weird infections. I think he's just depressed from moving around so much lately. I'm not sure if it's just something he'll get over or if he's really sick..? :/