I've been forced to really think about what my family is like. As I'm writing this, I am concentrating on people that are related to my through my father. My dad is amazing. He is the most generous person one could ever know, when you get past the evil sarcasm filled sense of humor (which I frequently use as well). He had a hard childhood, which is not so unusual. The more I take part in life, the more I meet people who haven't had the kind of blessed family life like I have. And sometimes I fell sorry for them, though I don't pity anyone. A person can turn things around, it's all about attitude.
Anyway, getting sidetracked by random stuff. Again.
My grandmother had a heart attack and is currently hospitalized. It's stressful and I'm constantly worrying about her. They caught it on time and she didn't need surgery, so that's something. She will be released soon to home care which is where we get to the problem. My uncle just picked up his kids and pets and other trash and occupied my grandma's house without talking to her. He has 5 young kids who are noisy, he argues with his wife, the oldest girl is in constant trouble and then there are the pets. A ferret, a dog and a cockatoo. What in the name of God possessed them to do something like that?
Grandma need peace and quite not a war zone! Plus, her house only has one bedroom, a living room and a kitchen. There's not enough room for all of them. I want to kick him. Then my dear sweet uncle told my father to take grandma to live with us. I don't oppose the idea, she would be better off with us any day, but it's not my father's house. It belongs to my other grandma. We can't just invite someone to live with us, because some other idiot thinks it might be a good idea. We could find room for her, she could have my room or we could redecorate something on the first floor. Her legs are pretty ill.
I think I've vented out most of my pissy mood. I will now continue to solve sudokus and try to be better.
Regina
No comments:
Post a Comment