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Good to be home.
Apr. 14th, 2007 07:08 pmWe got a late start today - 9:45. But the late start was worth it, because we all got to visit with Grandma Ruthie a little longer.
As Cammy and I were giving her hugs, she actually began to cry... and it almost immediately put a huge lump in my throat. And what do you know, my eyes are beginning to water again just typing about it. Staying at the house, it didn't always hit me hard. When I first saw Grandma Ruthie a few days ago after having not seen her since Christmas, I was reminded of how Papa Bob's body had wasted away from his pancreatic cancer. Grandma Ruthie was (is) was so much thinner, and she doesn't remember things from day to day. (This is a good thing when it comes to the fiasco with Brent.) That put a lump in my throat, too. But as Mom and I were driving home in the Pontiac, I kept thinking about Grandma's crying, and it hit me pretty damn hard. From there I remembered Papa Bob and his memorial. I kept it to myself, because I know I can't feel what Mom is feeling - what I feel is a fraction of what Mom feels - but I'm happy we stayed longer than planned.
We all said we loved her several times and thanked her for all the help she's given us over the years (Grandma Jo and Grandpa Jeff, too). It may be the last time we see her alive.
Dad and Cammy drove home in her white 1992 Ford Taurus (which has only 57,000 miles on it and is in wonderful shape). She had signed it over to me and Cammy as a part of our inheritance, but didn't remember doing so, so we actually had to keep quiet about it for the past couple days. Grandma Jo and Grandpa Jeff will tell her when they find the right time to tell her. To think Brent had wanted to take it... blech.
Cammy and I got some good driving time in today; Cammy actually drove for around five hours of our seven-hour trip with Dad. I drove around two hours with Mom, from Buttonwillow to Panoche Road. Neither of us got much sleep last night, but driving did help keep me alert, especially when it began raining. My first time driving in rain, too! That was pretty exhilarating, to tell the truth. I wasn't stressed at all, but my stubby leg(s) got tired from stretching to reach the pedals and my eyes were very tired after a while. Got a slight headache as well.
Cammy really appreciates the Taurus now. It's his car, and the van is mine. GHETTO VAN. I really like the van, though. I'm now more used to it than I am to the Pontiac. To prove it, I forgot that you have to press the brake in the Pontiac before you can shift it into drive (or reverse, or the other gears), and Mom and I sat frustrated for a couple minutes trying to figure out why the damn car wasn't going into reverse. Hehehe. She said it comes naturally to her and that's why she didn't mention pressing the brake. I always remembered when at home.
Dad and I picked up Lupin from Craig and Bonnie's house about an hour ago, and she was very happy to see us. Craig and Bonnie told us that behaved very well and had fun hanging out with Jack. She's in my room now, lying of the floor. I missed my puppy! And Gimpy, too, of course. He was meowing his head off when Mom and I got inside the house (Dad and Cammy picked up hamburgers and In-N-Out in Auburn and arrived not long afterwards).
I called Alex up to let her know we were home, and I can tell she's taken good care of Draco. She even put Spot's heating blanket in Draco's cage (Spot can go without it for a good amount of time, as Alex mentioned), had Draco sun by her sliding doors for long periods of time, and fed him lots of greens, including broccoli. We're going to pick him up sometime before 2:00 tomorrow.
I may have had a crappy night's sleep, but I'll probably end up going to bed at 12:00 AM. Wheeeee! I'm going to whip up something (drawn) for Alex tonight. I should whip up lots of little drawings.... Yessss.
Got some more Art Institute of Portland papers. Some thank me for applying, others are financial information. I just need to send in my observational drawings now!
Here's to Grandma Ruthie, Grandma Jo, Grandpa Jeff, and Lew. They're all amazing.
As Cammy and I were giving her hugs, she actually began to cry... and it almost immediately put a huge lump in my throat. And what do you know, my eyes are beginning to water again just typing about it. Staying at the house, it didn't always hit me hard. When I first saw Grandma Ruthie a few days ago after having not seen her since Christmas, I was reminded of how Papa Bob's body had wasted away from his pancreatic cancer. Grandma Ruthie was (is) was so much thinner, and she doesn't remember things from day to day. (This is a good thing when it comes to the fiasco with Brent.) That put a lump in my throat, too. But as Mom and I were driving home in the Pontiac, I kept thinking about Grandma's crying, and it hit me pretty damn hard. From there I remembered Papa Bob and his memorial. I kept it to myself, because I know I can't feel what Mom is feeling - what I feel is a fraction of what Mom feels - but I'm happy we stayed longer than planned.
We all said we loved her several times and thanked her for all the help she's given us over the years (Grandma Jo and Grandpa Jeff, too). It may be the last time we see her alive.
Dad and Cammy drove home in her white 1992 Ford Taurus (which has only 57,000 miles on it and is in wonderful shape). She had signed it over to me and Cammy as a part of our inheritance, but didn't remember doing so, so we actually had to keep quiet about it for the past couple days. Grandma Jo and Grandpa Jeff will tell her when they find the right time to tell her. To think Brent had wanted to take it... blech.
Cammy and I got some good driving time in today; Cammy actually drove for around five hours of our seven-hour trip with Dad. I drove around two hours with Mom, from Buttonwillow to Panoche Road. Neither of us got much sleep last night, but driving did help keep me alert, especially when it began raining. My first time driving in rain, too! That was pretty exhilarating, to tell the truth. I wasn't stressed at all, but my stubby leg(s) got tired from stretching to reach the pedals and my eyes were very tired after a while. Got a slight headache as well.
Cammy really appreciates the Taurus now. It's his car, and the van is mine. GHETTO VAN. I really like the van, though. I'm now more used to it than I am to the Pontiac. To prove it, I forgot that you have to press the brake in the Pontiac before you can shift it into drive (or reverse, or the other gears), and Mom and I sat frustrated for a couple minutes trying to figure out why the damn car wasn't going into reverse. Hehehe. She said it comes naturally to her and that's why she didn't mention pressing the brake. I always remembered when at home.
Dad and I picked up Lupin from Craig and Bonnie's house about an hour ago, and she was very happy to see us. Craig and Bonnie told us that behaved very well and had fun hanging out with Jack. She's in my room now, lying of the floor. I missed my puppy! And Gimpy, too, of course. He was meowing his head off when Mom and I got inside the house (Dad and Cammy picked up hamburgers and In-N-Out in Auburn and arrived not long afterwards).
I called Alex up to let her know we were home, and I can tell she's taken good care of Draco. She even put Spot's heating blanket in Draco's cage (Spot can go without it for a good amount of time, as Alex mentioned), had Draco sun by her sliding doors for long periods of time, and fed him lots of greens, including broccoli. We're going to pick him up sometime before 2:00 tomorrow.
I may have had a crappy night's sleep, but I'll probably end up going to bed at 12:00 AM. Wheeeee! I'm going to whip up something (drawn) for Alex tonight. I should whip up lots of little drawings.... Yessss.
Got some more Art Institute of Portland papers. Some thank me for applying, others are financial information. I just need to send in my observational drawings now!
Here's to Grandma Ruthie, Grandma Jo, Grandpa Jeff, and Lew. They're all amazing.
