Life has continued. Without stopping. I think at some point I turned on auto pilot because the last few months are a blur.
My grandmother gathered everyone at thanksgiving to give out her good bye speech and inheritance checks. She's 92 and pretty much is done. She has osteoporosis, arthritis, high blood pressure, high cholesterol, possibly diabetic, has lost sight in half of each of her eyes so its like tunnel vision, and is losing hearing.
It was very depressing and not what I wanted out of the day.
Christmas came. I sat my kids down and asked for a list of everything they wanted. So between all of us, we knocked out the list. They were excited christmas morning.
Christmas night, I bought my grandmother a new crochet hook that had a bigger handle to help her hands and she started crying. She isn't able to do the delicate stitches for her doilies and little crafts. So great. I depressed my grandmother. That's always a great feeling. ugh. Sucks.
But new years came, we did it up small with us and the kids. No big deal. My oldest finally got to light his own fireworks...
well break is over... gotta run....
