I knew today was going to be a good day when I came into the kitchen and Grandpa was wearing a different shirt then the one he's been wearing since I got here. We went to the bank and to Publix and he asked me normal questions a grandfather asks his granddaughter--"Do you drink? Have a snort every once in awhile?"-- as well as typical conversation about his kids (do I know how many he has) and his grandkids (I don't want to know how many of those I have). We even discussed my stress over not having a job down here and missing my friends (mostly I talked and he told me about how he used to own a bajllion vending machines but not is happy as a clam in the house he built). We decided we would have chinese food for dinner.
A couple hours later I am taking a nap and I hear a knock on the door and tell Carol I'll be up soon. It isn't even ten minutes later when I wake up to find that Grandpa had decided to go get chinese without me. I look at the clock, it is now 3:15. When he get's back I refrain from reminding him he shouldn't be driving and ask what he got. Aparently two helpings of his favorite lo-mein which I'm not even sure I could stomach (is that chicken or fish?) even if I was ready to eat before 4. I leave before my distress gets to me.
When I get back I eat dinner and go to watch t.v. in my room (I am SICK of t.v. but I have finished the three books I brought with me to read) and I hear a knock on my door a couple hours later, it's Carol checking on me. She tells me I'm an angel and gives me a hug. Usually on Saturday I like a little more excitement, but instead I'm going to have to be content with the sanity today brought.
To sum up--
Daily sanity level of house: 7 (out of 10)
Erika's daily activity away from house: Shopping for new pants for my interview on Monday
Daily lesson: Don't nap?
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