2001-01-13 - 10:20-ish p.m.

Now playing: Um, my Jet-Audio MP3 playlist...song changing to: Sofia Sound Machine, by those wacky Bulgarian State Radio Women's Choir.

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So, I brought the dinner plates and soup bowls and bread plates and saucers from Grampa's china set over to Mom's today. I just piled it all up in my spare laundry basket. No wrapping, no padding. I was petrified of tripping while carrying it, or slipping on the ice in the parking lot, or in her driveway, whatever. I also had boxed up the chipped and cracked crystal goblets that Karen wanted in lieu of them being thrown out...she's nuts for wanting them, but hey, they're out of my house, and that's all I care about. I brought this all into Mom's house today just fine and am glad to have the 3 half-shelves of cabinet space! I put the beautiful tumblers away - they just barely fit height-wise. Now I have two more shelves in which to store things. Yay!

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I realized today that the Food Network is porn, and I'm addicted to it. I must do something about this.

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Grampa invited me to brunch tomorrow. Why? So I can get a wheelchair for him and push him down the hall to the dining room, and back again.

I have a feeling he's not going to the dining room under his own power any more. Granted, it *is* a 10-minute walk for him from his apartment. The problem is that it hurts his shoulders and arms too much to push his walker. He's been making noises about moving from Independent Living into Assisted Living, but I'd hate to see that happen.

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Why does doing stuff for Grampa not irritate me like doing stuff for Granny does? Mostly, I think, because Granny *can* do things on her own, but she's just afraid to. She's spent all her life being helpless, and doesn't know any other way. And Mom's too weak to resist, or ignore, or whatever, so she calls me, because of course she's helpless, too. *sigh* How did these people raise children? Really! I mean, WTF?

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Amanda left a voice mail message on my cell phone. Last Saturday. I only discovered it today. I feel like *such* a bad friend. :( But..but...I don't use my cell phone much at all now that I have my cable modem. So Amanda, if you ever read this, I did call you back at the number you gave...10 rings, no answer. Then I called *your* cell phone...the Sprint PCS customer was unavailable. :(

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Um, I think that's it for now. Yeah.