Musings

Sometimes it’s good not to talk to family. It’s safer not knowing what is going on.  The 608ers are still doing 608er things which include nothing to scheming on people. Our Sister of Perpetual Pity was in the Midwest recently and everyone at 608 was broke and confused about where their money went. I suggest they should check in Ohio.

My children are still acting like children even though they are both very grown. I still support their need to be independent while paying for certain bills and sending groceries. Not that I mind cause its cheaper than having them live with us. Besides this way I can date my husband without getting a baby sitter.

The 5 children my brother, Crackhead Preacher, sold for drugs are growing well and seemly happy in their adopted of some strangers that my other brother, the Miserable Minister, set up for them. Although we have no contact with them I do try to keep up with their doings by way of various websites. Mostly I just judge by the pictures posted of them that they are ok.

Grand Rapids continuously makes miss Seattle and yet appreciate the quietness that comes with living in a small town. The activities are much more on a smaller scale and happenings far and few, but interesting. We had the enjoyment of having our niece come visit our small world last week. Although we managed activities for the week (museums, parks, shopping) we mainly watched television and movies at home. The most exciting was Bob burning two pots of popcorn leaving us with fire alarms blaring and a smoky night inside. But though the haze we managed to have a really good time plus we got a delicious pork chop dinner out of it.

My favorite time of the year is upon us as the NFL & College football is back on and I am one happy chick. It’s the only reality shows I watch faithfully and the only sport I watch until Spring when NBA and NCAA basketball is on. Mostly I love it because it finally cool enough to go outside and enjoy the world without overheating and dealing with tremors and spasms. I almost feel normal at this time and can get my exercise regimen on regularly until my MS decides to visit again.

Spoke to my Grandmother the other day. She is 92 and still sharp as a tack. Even though I didn’t have much of a relationship with her, I realized how much I am like her. We both like homemade things from food to clothing and blankets. We both like our own space and world. I can see myself upset (like her) about having to live in a nursing home and not with my children although I would feel in the way if I had to live with my kids. We both demand much out of children and expect much more than most people could handle. I think it might be time to make a trip to Virginia to visit for a couple of days. I have many questions about my history I need to ask and a sewing lesson I need from her. 

Ok so I am off to knit my fall lolipop covers for sons. More musing later.