I made it home
Jan. 10th, 2015 10:43 pmIt was bright and sunny, too much so. 4 hours of driving west into the sun made my eyes ache but I made it home without a problem and saw my dumb solar panel Christmas lights were actually working.
Thank you all for the condolences. They're much appreciated.
I turned up the heat when i got here, only to find something had gotten into the duct work AGAIN and the heater blew a nest of insulation and chewed plastic all over both bedrooms and the bathroom. Nothing says fun after a 4 hour drive than having to pick fiberglass from your register grates with pliers.
I was thinking about one of the last things my grandmother said to me. "All My friends are dead." and she cried. She is right. Helen died last week. Two other friends will be at the funeral along with grandma's last surviving inlaw, all of whom are younger (89-92) and the oldest friend (101) is in the hospital dying of pneumonia.
Her very last words were in Italian.
We emptied out her room today because they charge 300$/day to leave stuff in there even if no one is in it. Ah assisted living, you blow sometimes.
I did this snowflake challenge so I'm not just here being sad and sucking up my neighbors' smoke (thru these faulty rodent infested ducts) Here
And I found two songs from the year grandma was born...glad entertainment has changed. Just saying.
Is wondering how much fiberglass and rodent shit has been blasted into my bed...
Thank you all for the condolences. They're much appreciated.
I turned up the heat when i got here, only to find something had gotten into the duct work AGAIN and the heater blew a nest of insulation and chewed plastic all over both bedrooms and the bathroom. Nothing says fun after a 4 hour drive than having to pick fiberglass from your register grates with pliers.
I was thinking about one of the last things my grandmother said to me. "All My friends are dead." and she cried. She is right. Helen died last week. Two other friends will be at the funeral along with grandma's last surviving inlaw, all of whom are younger (89-92) and the oldest friend (101) is in the hospital dying of pneumonia.
Her very last words were in Italian.
We emptied out her room today because they charge 300$/day to leave stuff in there even if no one is in it. Ah assisted living, you blow sometimes.
I did this snowflake challenge so I'm not just here being sad and sucking up my neighbors' smoke (thru these faulty rodent infested ducts) Here
And I found two songs from the year grandma was born...glad entertainment has changed. Just saying.
Is wondering how much fiberglass and rodent shit has been blasted into my bed...

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Date: 2015-01-11 05:27 am (UTC)Your poor grandma. I kind of worry about that myself, sometimes.
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Date: 2015-01-11 05:32 am (UTC)As for me, the women in my family live a long time but with my illnesses maybe not so much. But I do worry about it not just for me but for a lot of us. A lot of my friends are childless, single women and that's going to weigh badly in the so called golden years
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Date: 2015-01-11 05:43 am (UTC)Women in my family live to be around their 80s-90s, I think. Maybe. I don't know. Grandma wasn't that old, I don't think. But Aunt Beck lived forever.
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Date: 2015-01-11 06:08 am (UTC)Assisted living people are assholes at the end. So sorry for the fiberglass bullshit and the bad stuff in general. *smoke free hugs from fiberglass free hoodie arms*
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Date: 2015-01-11 06:11 am (UTC)Yeah, I mean I worked in them for years and it's like I know it's a business but my god you can take a day or two off and let a family cope.
thank you. I'm STILL annoyed about this fiberglass shit. Last time he didn't believe me. I stuck it in a bag and I'm giving it to the landlord
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Date: 2015-01-11 02:26 pm (UTC)I'm single and childless, and even though I have a dozen nephews and nieces, I fear that I'll be dependent on total strangers should I live that long. It sucks and it really does weigh on my mind.
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Date: 2015-01-11 07:29 pm (UTC)I hear you. I'm the same and no nieces or nephews. It preys on my mind too
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Date: 2015-01-11 02:29 pm (UTC)It took me fifteen minutes to work up the courage to go into my father's hospice room. In and out like a robot, and straight to the Good Will.
Now I just have the happy memories, and his good back-scratcher.
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Date: 2015-01-11 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-01-11 02:35 pm (UTC)She spoke to you in Italian? I wonder if she was a little girl again in her head... But that is sad all her friends had passed.
Wow! You just lost a loved one & they want you to remove all trace of them, yes, there's probably someone waiting for that room, but still. Like you said, let the family cope! *wonders when compassion went out the door*
I'm glad you made it home okay. Sorry work is pain in the arse but what can you do? *huggles*
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Date: 2015-01-11 07:04 pm (UTC)Yes, either a little girl again or her mother had come for her. My great grandmother did speak English but preferred Italian.
yeah seriously. A few days of no-fees on the room would be the right thing to do but I've yet to see one do it.
not much to do but my work. thanks
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Date: 2015-01-12 08:29 pm (UTC)Aaah... I like the idea that her mom came for her.
*nods* That's unbelievable, they really should.
Okay. You're welcoem.
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Date: 2015-01-12 11:05 pm (UTC)It is.
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Date: 2015-01-13 12:10 am (UTC)*nods*
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Date: 2015-01-13 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
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