And if you can't read the sarcasm dripping off of that headline, I can only ask you if we've ever met? So what have I been up to in my last 36 hours? Oh, doozy after doozy.
I will not be talking about Friday night, at least not yet, as it's still swirling around my head, and that turbine needs to slow the hell down before I say anything. Or if I will say anything at all. Some things need to be kept private, and I will be teetering on whether or not that stays on the 'Nunya List'. I will say that the poor puppy that was shaking due to the thunder and lightning was sad and I felt bad, but doggy tranquilizers worked, I think.
Yesterday was spent taking an hour nap (required) and then meeting up with my brother. Why meet up with him? Easy-I wanted to help him with my Mother's debacle of a living situation and/or moving calamity. When I stated earlier that I think she's a hoarder, I'm not kidding. She's moved into her new place, there's crap everywhere. Her old place still has stuff, all sorts of stuff, in it. Three closets are still half full. And there is still the matter of the crappy hutch. And stuff in the basement. So my brother and I cleaned up some stuff in the old apartment, chucking plastic tubs and a bunch of other little things she won't even notice, including about 3 dozen plastic caps (stupid cats)...why keep these things, just throw things out. Then my brother and I went down to the basement and loaded up my rental car with stuff in the trunk to take to her storage area. Have I mentioned yet how much I LOVE the HUMIDITY??? Good grief, I don't miss this crap at all, definitely would go in the 'Con' column if I was keeping score on moving back here. When we got to the storage area I noticed that my rental car got sideswiped while I was in Medford..lovely. Well, at least it was on the same quarter panel/door that was already dinged up and I can fudge that whole thing.
After that whole thing was done I went and saw my brother's new place. It's on the 3rd floor above a bar and has a laundrymat next door, but it's in one shady neighborhood.
I left my brother's place and headed to my Pops old Elks Lodge after being peppered with phone calls. So it was nice to see some old friendly faces, faces that I will see on Monday. It was fun for me to hear how much they all missed the old guy, and they know I do, too. They were asking questions about why I would come back, and my Pops old friend Mo (Maureen) told me, "You're a sweet kid, but you can't fix anyone", and oh how right she is. I don't want to fix anyone, and I know I can't. After a few beers I decided to head back down to my Aunt's house, caught the end of the Red Sox game and then there it was, a small slice of heaven. Now, this is not a knock or a slight at any of the other places I've slept, but when a nice comfy pull out couch is made up for you, well, I just dove right in and got a full 8 hours of sleep. And I only woke up once after my arm fell asleep. The other places I've slept have been great for the offers, but a faux bed is better than a couch or even a motel.
So today I get to see my GramGram and later on my Godson. Glad I got some rest, and even though the weather isn't so great, I'm looking forward to seeing everyone today, and then tomorrow is the golf tournament!
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