I've been sick, but still been helping people. I helped my friend who is moving. I helped him pack. Then the next day I helped my friend's mom clean her place. She wants me to go in once a month to help her. She needs it.
I haven't been to the hospital this week because I've been sick. I don't want to infect my Grandmother with this cold or whatever it is. I didn't go to work this week, either. Just been drinking this stuff called "Hot Lemon Relief" and trying to rest when I can. It'll be that kind of day today. I'm hoping to feel better by Monday to go see my Grandmother as soon as I can.
I was just talking with my mother on the phone. She said my Aunt was talking to the doctors. They said there isn't anything they can do for my Grandmother. I hate seeing her like this. I don't know how much time I have left with her. She'll be 90 years old in January. Her sister is turning 101 this month. I saw her when I was in Niagara Falls. And I saw my Grandmother's youngest sister, too. She's 84. Her two sisters live together. They are the only 3 left. Out of 15 kids. I can't imagine having 5 kids let alone 15! Then there's that show... 19 Kids and Counting. I'm pretty sure I've written about it on here before.
All I can think about at this time is sleep, sleep, and more sleep. I would, if I could. My body is telling me that I need it. My mind tells me that I'm in a writing mode. There's a lot of noise coming from upstairs. They might be redoing the floors up there. Not sure what they are doing, but there's always a lot of noise coming from upstairs. My next door neighbor is a quiet guy. I rarely ever hear him or see him. I talk to him when I see him, but other than that, I pretty much keep to myself. The neighbors across the hall seem nice. I've seen at least 4 couples/families in there since I've been here. I can't remember the first ones anymore.
There's still construction going on here. There's always something. They are building a new lobby here. At the building in which I dwell. There used to be a part that people could drive through to get to the back of the building. They are enclosing that and making it into a bigger lobby. I think they are going to incorporate the apartment that was set on fire (almost) a couple years ago. I remember drinking wine that night. I remember the next day, also. When I had found out that someone had died in that fire. I remember when I found out that the person who set the fire was her own son.
There's a lot I remember, but a lot I forget. Some things I remember that I wish I could forget. Some things I have forgotten that I wish I could remember. I guess we were not meant to keep all memories.
I can feel myself drifting off again and again. I should try to get some more sleep. Then head out somewhere tonight. Not sure where or when, but I just need to get out.
I haven't been to the hospital this week because I've been sick. I don't want to infect my Grandmother with this cold or whatever it is. I didn't go to work this week, either. Just been drinking this stuff called "Hot Lemon Relief" and trying to rest when I can. It'll be that kind of day today. I'm hoping to feel better by Monday to go see my Grandmother as soon as I can.
I was just talking with my mother on the phone. She said my Aunt was talking to the doctors. They said there isn't anything they can do for my Grandmother. I hate seeing her like this. I don't know how much time I have left with her. She'll be 90 years old in January. Her sister is turning 101 this month. I saw her when I was in Niagara Falls. And I saw my Grandmother's youngest sister, too. She's 84. Her two sisters live together. They are the only 3 left. Out of 15 kids. I can't imagine having 5 kids let alone 15! Then there's that show... 19 Kids and Counting. I'm pretty sure I've written about it on here before.
All I can think about at this time is sleep, sleep, and more sleep. I would, if I could. My body is telling me that I need it. My mind tells me that I'm in a writing mode. There's a lot of noise coming from upstairs. They might be redoing the floors up there. Not sure what they are doing, but there's always a lot of noise coming from upstairs. My next door neighbor is a quiet guy. I rarely ever hear him or see him. I talk to him when I see him, but other than that, I pretty much keep to myself. The neighbors across the hall seem nice. I've seen at least 4 couples/families in there since I've been here. I can't remember the first ones anymore.
There's still construction going on here. There's always something. They are building a new lobby here. At the building in which I dwell. There used to be a part that people could drive through to get to the back of the building. They are enclosing that and making it into a bigger lobby. I think they are going to incorporate the apartment that was set on fire (almost) a couple years ago. I remember drinking wine that night. I remember the next day, also. When I had found out that someone had died in that fire. I remember when I found out that the person who set the fire was her own son.
There's a lot I remember, but a lot I forget. Some things I remember that I wish I could forget. Some things I have forgotten that I wish I could remember. I guess we were not meant to keep all memories.
I can feel myself drifting off again and again. I should try to get some more sleep. Then head out somewhere tonight. Not sure where or when, but I just need to get out.
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