TUESDAY/WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 10/11, 2010

Yesterday when I got home from work Grandpa and Carol had already eaten a dinner of breakfast sausages and grapes (presumably) and Carol had not only took her medicine, but gave Grandpa his medicine. Which, was good because I was a little strung out. I ordered a credit card to be sent to here, and have been living on checks for most the time I've been here. I had forgot to bring lunch to work, had no gas to get home and only about 5 dollars in change in my car. This lead to me working though lunch and only fueling myself on water. I don't know how I do this to myself. Apparently they sent the credit card I ordered to my old place in Minneapolis even though they had me jump through hoops to send it here. I'm not going to get into my never-ending battle with US Bank, let's just say I was happy that the grandparents had everything under control, sort of. When I expressed my financial concern to Carol she started asking if I thought maybe the people who had been stealing her mail out of the mailbox stole mine. They she started going on how it shouldn't have been held with her mail at the post office, but if I had time to go to the post office the next day we could check. I explained to her the situation, which was kind of heartbreaking because you hate to correct someone who is trying to help. Then Grandpa started going on about how he was going to see Bob tomorrow (his doctor). Carol asked if he had an appointment because nothing was on the calendar. He said he was just going to drive to his house. I asked him what was wrong that he wanted to go see the doctor. I knew the answer he was going to give me was, "well, it's none of your business, is it?," but I thought it was worth asking.
He didn't go today according to them. I guess it was too hot to go outside at all. There were pork chops thawing next to the sink when I got home, and for this i was truly thankful. I set to work making them, but soon Grandpa came in asking me to move my car. It was parked behind Carol so I asked why. "I want to move Carol's car out of the garage." I'm torn between wanting to continue to make dinner, spend time relaxing and the desperate need to know if he really did find Carol's keys. I get my keys out to move my car, when Grandpa goes, "Now, wait, where did they go." Carol looks at the contents of his pockets in his hand and says that they are right there, but it's another pair of Grandpa's keys. False alarm. Grandpa asks if I can move it anyway, and my exasperation with him got the better of me-"I'm in the middle of making dinner, and I just got home from work-do you think it could possibly wait?" Carol didn't help Grandpa with his medicine today, but she was once again on top of her pills.