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8/27/2010

Ah, Friday

Last day of the week and I am so ready for the weekend.

I went to see Grannie after work yesterday evening. When I got there, she was sitting up in bed and looking rather normal, except for the big, soft collar around her neck and all the stuff taped to her hands and arms. She is doing remarkably well. She has one or two small problems to remedy before she can come home, but they're nothing too serious and they will, eventually, get handled and she'll be home.

Once home, however, I'm pretty sure it's going to be a tough job to ever convince her, again, to go to a hospital. She seems rather adamant. (Hah! I just said Adam Ant.)

Anyway.

She's hoping, right now, to get home soon enough to see some of the Barclay's on HER TV - Tiger is playing - and playing well, so far - and she is Tiger's NUMBER ONE FAN. (Please. I am NOT exaggerating.) They don't get the Golf Channel on the hospital TV system - and there's no Network coverage until the weekend. It's killing her not to see him play.

Change of subject

The weather has been so strange this year. August has almost run its course and the grass is still a brilliant green. It's not SUPPOSED to be - it just is. August in Chicago usually means frying eggs on the sidewalk, melting tar in the streets, and grass that's brown and crunchy. It's been hot enough, but it's been so very wet this year. And of course, if it's wet, the grass is green and the tar won't melt. Which is good if you park your bike in the street cause then it won't fall over from the kickstand poking holes in the asphalt. Fer reals.

Another one

#3 son goes back to school in two weeks. Franky, I can't wait. Maybe I'm just an old fuddy duddy, but the strange hours he keeps drive me nuts. I'll miss him later, I know, but for know? Don't let the door hitcha where Mother Nature splitcha.

Ah. Regular hours. As relaxing as going to the john every morning at 10:30.

Ndinombethe.

8 comments:

Loraine said...

I can't wait til my oldest moves out- well, I'd like her to do it right... then again I'd worry about her all the damn time.

Jientje said...

Grannie is one tough cookie, just like my Mom is!

Indigo said...

Delighted to hear Grannie is doing well. I'm enjoying the cooler, wet weather. NY's heat index was off the chart this summer. I've had more than my share. (Hugs)Indigo

Nan Sheppard said...

Right now I'm really looking forward to SCHOOL STARTING! A couple of hours a day without a house full of boys? Noice.

Nevine said...

Good to hear Grannie is doing well, Lou. And as for Friday, yer freakin' right I'm ready for the freakin' weekend! Have a good one!

Nevine

PattiKen said...

Glad Grannie is doing so well. Tiger? Oh, my.

HalfAsstic.com said...

Well, I feel like I just drank from the fount of knowledge! You imparted a LOT!
I am SO glad Grannie is doing well!
I am, frankly, surprised by her adoration of Tiger! I am guessing she is a big golf fan and his private affairs offer nothing in her decision.
It is surprising to hear that the asphalt turns soft as far north as Chicago... well, to ME, anyway. That's not that uncommon down here, but I just assumed it was a SOUTH thing. Don't it suck?
Happy for you that one of the parasites is escaping again soon! I know exactly what you mean!

Tara R. said...

Good to hear Grannie is on the mend and closer to coming home.

My College Kid left last week. I miss her, but I've become used to having a single kid to worry about at home. And The Boy!!! he started Tech School this week so that's one less to get under foot in the evenings.

Enjoy your regular hours soon.