At this writing, I've yet to get to last weekend in the adventure that can be my life. Like anyone Else's. I don't know why spell check decided that the last word in the the previous sentence should be capitalized. Yet they let me go with a run on sentence, oh well.
Aside from my recent heart troubles, started labor day. I never did finish that either. But I still stand behind the reasoning there. Anyway. This has been an incredibly busy and mild fall to winter. In fact we may be on drought watch. That is yet another entry I guess. And not one that I am eager to jump into.
I believe it is the weather, also encouraged by the change in ownership, that makes my Sunday escape less palpable. Mayhaps it can even be attributed to my friends new dislike for it. Again covered in another entry.
Those items aside, I've lost that loving feeling. That need and urgency to go there each and every Sunday. And I cannot say I'm missing it all that much. Sad but true. A lot of the regulars aren't there for football this year, that is odd.
I don't know if that is because of the weather or in part the ownership. And another reason why I don't want to hang out in a place that may only have 2 other people besides the owner. I kind of miss the older days now. Days of wine and roses. I'm trying to use that as a metaphor. Believing to reference to an old movie of the same title. I really should look it up before I just leave it there to hang. Wow just did a check on rotten tomatoes. The metaphor stays, but is not at all appropriately used.
Anyway that is where I'm at. A big reason is also the mild weather. Means I can continue to comfortably smoke outside. We shall see if it continues once winter arrives. The winter of my discontent.
-later
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Saturday, November 2, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
The weekend was.....
I actually made a note to come in and write a blog tonight. Figured what the Hell. Do a run down of the weekend and such. A question first. Does anyone subscribe here or is it all just foot traffic. Either way pull up a chair and enjoy the ride.
Saturday. Usual. Eventually woke up, when I say eventually, I mean I slept. Think I got up at 5 and thought what the Hell and went back to bed. Got up about 7ish. Today we were going to see my Grandfather. He doesn't live to far, about 40 miles west as the inebriated bird flies. Last I saw him was at his wife's funeral 2 years ago. He was 90 then. From time to time I speak to his son, my Uncle, mothers brother.
Let's just say relations between him and us are strained. I could write a whole blog on him alone. Let's not and say we didn't want to. In fact he just moved from round the corner and hasn't let us know. Anyway. I've mentioned from time to time about going to see my Grandfather. He, my uncle, always says the house is in shambles, the bathroom doesn't work so well. Really discourages the idea.
My sister has been wanting to see him. The last time she saw him was nigh on 8 years ago, at my mom's funeral. Mom, I pause here. I still miss her. This isn't a blog about that either.
The last time I got ahold of my Grandfather, at my sisters insistence was....interesting? I made the call, got him on the phone he said hello and asked for her. Now I was standing next to her and she waved that she wasn't there, why I don't know. My Grandfather promptly said okay and hung up on me. Yup.
Don't think I mentioned in the heart blog this tidbit. We only learned that his wife had been in hospice, for months, after she passed. The summer I was recuperating from open heart surgery, and my sister was in rehab from her ovarian surgery. Yeah, my Uncle lived around the corner. Getting the warm and snugglies yet? Me neither.
My Grandfather was a rapscallion of sorts in his younger days. A fun guy. He's now in his early 90's. I say 92 sister says 94, she exaggerates a tad. Anyway. She wanted to go and see him, I told her to call. She called while I was out Saturday morning, she got him. His first words were when are you going to come and see me. She replied today. She was elated. I was apprehensive as to what we would find.
We both told my brother in law he didn't have to come. He was not in a good mood. He came. Whined and bitched a bit. Was annoyed about getting lunch in the deli, I got nothing cause I wasn't hungry. And we were off. Made it out just before our town had it's St. Patricks day parade.
The ride was nothing special, just irritating to be in close proximity to them. Always feeling held hostage. Anyway we arrived and he was waiting for us. He's lost a lot of weight and walks with a cane now. Looked and sounded very well. We all should be so well at his age.
The house? It was immaculate, I mean gorgeous, not like the squalor we live in. But don't get me started on their lack of cleanliness please. Anyway. (anyway appears to be the word of this blog huh?)
It was a nice short visit. Little tour of stuff. His television and the box on top of it that at he paid $45 for and got Lot's of channels. Saw a few rooms. He doesn't go upstairs anymore. And it was a lot about his son. I could see my sister was getting annoyed by that. As for me? Not sure. The conversation was mostly directed towards her. And her social skills were failing quickly, I'm usually relied on to keep the conversation. He didn't really seem that keen on making conversation with me. Anyway.
It was a nice visit. We were in the middle room, seeing old stuff he had. The inmates saw it was snowing and got worried. That helped end the visit. Grandfather said not to be strangers. My sister felt great about the visit and wants to do it every couple of months. Of course I will have to be dragged.
It is difficult to talk about certain family members and such. You, in this case I, want to say so much. And it would all seem silly and petty to those on the outside. I know, and maybe some of you know. It was a nice visit.
And he's slowed down a bit. He no longer has 4 or 5 of everything. 2 now. Know many 90+ year olds with 2 cars? Yeah didn't think so. Heard a lot about my Uncle. He's going to inherit everything, and he should. He is his natural son. I don't begrudge that. It's the little silly things I mentioned in the paragraph before.
The only example I offer. Walking in through the kitchen I saw the table. A table you say, no I say. The Table. See it was my mothers Grandmothers. My mother did her homework at that table. When Grandma died, his first wife, she asked him for it. It was promised to her. He said yes. Almost a year after he died he remarried. They used that table as a dinner table. It always hurt my moms' feelings. Stuff like that.
Anyway. Took a break to let the dog out. She balked, no not barked, balked at the snow. Refused to leave the stoop, so I'm guessing I'll be on clean up during the night. Lucky man.
Hopefully I didn't come off to petty on the above. I'll let it stand anyway. (the last 2 were intentional.)
I was asked to grab cheesecake after we got home and I did. Sister ate it right away, real smart. I had time to make mass and we ordered dinner from one of our usual joints.
Apparently hers was hideous. She had me call to let them know. Brother in law was in fits. Don't know why, he just doesn't like to make waves. I view it like this. We are regulars, we know the managers. I expressed that I knew it was a busy night and probably someone new on the grill. They're giving me a credit for her dinner. Not mine or my brother in law's, ours were fine.
Sunday. Really not to much and I'm typed out. Some online gaming in my game and bed for me. Later.
Saturday. Usual. Eventually woke up, when I say eventually, I mean I slept. Think I got up at 5 and thought what the Hell and went back to bed. Got up about 7ish. Today we were going to see my Grandfather. He doesn't live to far, about 40 miles west as the inebriated bird flies. Last I saw him was at his wife's funeral 2 years ago. He was 90 then. From time to time I speak to his son, my Uncle, mothers brother.
Let's just say relations between him and us are strained. I could write a whole blog on him alone. Let's not and say we didn't want to. In fact he just moved from round the corner and hasn't let us know. Anyway. I've mentioned from time to time about going to see my Grandfather. He, my uncle, always says the house is in shambles, the bathroom doesn't work so well. Really discourages the idea.
My sister has been wanting to see him. The last time she saw him was nigh on 8 years ago, at my mom's funeral. Mom, I pause here. I still miss her. This isn't a blog about that either.
The last time I got ahold of my Grandfather, at my sisters insistence was....interesting? I made the call, got him on the phone he said hello and asked for her. Now I was standing next to her and she waved that she wasn't there, why I don't know. My Grandfather promptly said okay and hung up on me. Yup.
Don't think I mentioned in the heart blog this tidbit. We only learned that his wife had been in hospice, for months, after she passed. The summer I was recuperating from open heart surgery, and my sister was in rehab from her ovarian surgery. Yeah, my Uncle lived around the corner. Getting the warm and snugglies yet? Me neither.
My Grandfather was a rapscallion of sorts in his younger days. A fun guy. He's now in his early 90's. I say 92 sister says 94, she exaggerates a tad. Anyway. She wanted to go and see him, I told her to call. She called while I was out Saturday morning, she got him. His first words were when are you going to come and see me. She replied today. She was elated. I was apprehensive as to what we would find.
We both told my brother in law he didn't have to come. He was not in a good mood. He came. Whined and bitched a bit. Was annoyed about getting lunch in the deli, I got nothing cause I wasn't hungry. And we were off. Made it out just before our town had it's St. Patricks day parade.
The ride was nothing special, just irritating to be in close proximity to them. Always feeling held hostage. Anyway we arrived and he was waiting for us. He's lost a lot of weight and walks with a cane now. Looked and sounded very well. We all should be so well at his age.
The house? It was immaculate, I mean gorgeous, not like the squalor we live in. But don't get me started on their lack of cleanliness please. Anyway. (anyway appears to be the word of this blog huh?)
It was a nice short visit. Little tour of stuff. His television and the box on top of it that at he paid $45 for and got Lot's of channels. Saw a few rooms. He doesn't go upstairs anymore. And it was a lot about his son. I could see my sister was getting annoyed by that. As for me? Not sure. The conversation was mostly directed towards her. And her social skills were failing quickly, I'm usually relied on to keep the conversation. He didn't really seem that keen on making conversation with me. Anyway.
It was a nice visit. We were in the middle room, seeing old stuff he had. The inmates saw it was snowing and got worried. That helped end the visit. Grandfather said not to be strangers. My sister felt great about the visit and wants to do it every couple of months. Of course I will have to be dragged.
It is difficult to talk about certain family members and such. You, in this case I, want to say so much. And it would all seem silly and petty to those on the outside. I know, and maybe some of you know. It was a nice visit.
And he's slowed down a bit. He no longer has 4 or 5 of everything. 2 now. Know many 90+ year olds with 2 cars? Yeah didn't think so. Heard a lot about my Uncle. He's going to inherit everything, and he should. He is his natural son. I don't begrudge that. It's the little silly things I mentioned in the paragraph before.
The only example I offer. Walking in through the kitchen I saw the table. A table you say, no I say. The Table. See it was my mothers Grandmothers. My mother did her homework at that table. When Grandma died, his first wife, she asked him for it. It was promised to her. He said yes. Almost a year after he died he remarried. They used that table as a dinner table. It always hurt my moms' feelings. Stuff like that.
Anyway. Took a break to let the dog out. She balked, no not barked, balked at the snow. Refused to leave the stoop, so I'm guessing I'll be on clean up during the night. Lucky man.
Hopefully I didn't come off to petty on the above. I'll let it stand anyway. (the last 2 were intentional.)
I was asked to grab cheesecake after we got home and I did. Sister ate it right away, real smart. I had time to make mass and we ordered dinner from one of our usual joints.
Apparently hers was hideous. She had me call to let them know. Brother in law was in fits. Don't know why, he just doesn't like to make waves. I view it like this. We are regulars, we know the managers. I expressed that I knew it was a busy night and probably someone new on the grill. They're giving me a credit for her dinner. Not mine or my brother in law's, ours were fine.
Sunday. Really not to much and I'm typed out. Some online gaming in my game and bed for me. Later.
Monday, December 10, 2012
continuation of Saturday
Woke up rather well recovered, neck bothering me minimally. At least I could now drive safely. I was leaving as they returned home. On my way out I snagged 2 cigars, a new shipment had arrived on Friday.
Think it was after 2 in the afternoon, I needed gas so away I went. I had intentions of doing some Christmas shopping. Of course they've given me no ideas, just didn't happen. Was just stressed enough to need to relax with a drive and a smoke. Rather enjoyable.
I arrived home. Brother in law, drinking, but cleaning the front room. Of course I joined in, was about 4:30. I then started on the little pile of canned goods and such in the kitchen. Back when I started declining things just started stacking there. In my tiny kitchen stuff was extending a good 6 inches past the wall. So I started organizing a bunch of non perishables down stairs. It was a good effort.
After vacuuming, we got the tree up. A little fiberglass model that I like, sits atop a lighted spinning disk and changes colors. It's got a little history for me. It was time to wake sister up. Real pain, she wasn't hungry, of course that would be bullshit. Wound up doing heroes from a local place.
I concentrated on my next task. Making some oven baked garbanzo beans. Very good stuff, they come out nice and crisp. Had actually promised to bring some in to the lounge on Sunday. They came out nicely.
Brother in law passing out on couch I woke him a few times. I wanted a quiet night. Got the usual drunken yeah yeah yeah response. I also wanted to watch some television in the front room. He went to bed, sister woke up asked for something, he had a screaming Lizzy fit.
Think it was after 2 in the afternoon, I needed gas so away I went. I had intentions of doing some Christmas shopping. Of course they've given me no ideas, just didn't happen. Was just stressed enough to need to relax with a drive and a smoke. Rather enjoyable.
I arrived home. Brother in law, drinking, but cleaning the front room. Of course I joined in, was about 4:30. I then started on the little pile of canned goods and such in the kitchen. Back when I started declining things just started stacking there. In my tiny kitchen stuff was extending a good 6 inches past the wall. So I started organizing a bunch of non perishables down stairs. It was a good effort.
After vacuuming, we got the tree up. A little fiberglass model that I like, sits atop a lighted spinning disk and changes colors. It's got a little history for me. It was time to wake sister up. Real pain, she wasn't hungry, of course that would be bullshit. Wound up doing heroes from a local place.
I concentrated on my next task. Making some oven baked garbanzo beans. Very good stuff, they come out nice and crisp. Had actually promised to bring some in to the lounge on Sunday. They came out nicely.
Brother in law passing out on couch I woke him a few times. I wanted a quiet night. Got the usual drunken yeah yeah yeah response. I also wanted to watch some television in the front room. He went to bed, sister woke up asked for something, he had a screaming Lizzy fit.
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