1. My mom rocks.
2. My neighbors have already ended their ghettofest & it’s only 10:55pm.
3. I got a Thanksgiving text today — with my name in it. That means it was just for me, not just a single generic message sent to nameless faceless dozens. God, when’s the last time I got a personalized Thanksgiving text? It’s kind of epic, you know.
4. That the pilgrims chose a turkey for Thanksgiving rather than a rooster so that, as Lisa reminded me, we don’t all have to eat cock today.
5. My dogs & cats love me.
6. I still have my health. lol
And now I’m going to go play some WoW. In closing, I leave you with this video. If you can determine its meaning, then you are truly one of the elite.
I couldn’t tolerate the family discussion of my grandfather’s funeral after an hour & a half of flowery speeches & what sounded mostly to me like nonsense & self contradiction. I’d sat there listening to these people who hadn’t come to visit my grandfather in the 2 weeks he was dying planning out their imminent chance to shine at his coming funeral, droning out their apparent expertise in the subject of funerals & even indulging in more than a little self aggrandization here at the meeting where we were supposed to just figure out who was going to do what.
I did everything I could for him while he was still alive. They can do whatever the fuck they want with his funeral.
I took a shower, got dressed, & headed out to the Hut.
For those who don’t know, I’ve been caregiving for my grandparents since February. My grandfather began dying about a week ago & we’ve been taking care of him at home. Anyway, I think he just died a little while ago. I called my parents & my dad will be over here to confirm it.
I’ll probably write later about the experience of caring for my grandfather, but just at this moment I wanted to write something about this right now.
When I first realized that I was looking down at a vacant shell, I felt happy for him. He’s escaped. He was going crazy these last few days, praying for God to take him. I was starting to really, really hate God.
And now, it’s finished. Naturally there will be some hustle & bustle. I don’t know if I should feel superficial about hoping I’m not expected to skip work tonight. But the important thing to me is that my grandfather got away.
So, happy trails, Grandpa. Good job.