Friday, December 19, 2008
I'm FREE!!!
So this morning I officially bid a fond farewell to the time capsule, and oh is it a glorious thing! The past week or so has been particularly exasperating, preparing me quite well for my departure. Goodness I can hardly record how many times I had to grit my teeth and remind myself of the dwindling countdown just to keep from becoming guilty of geriatricide. But I am done, packed, out, and ready for a new stage in life!!!!!! More details to come...
Monday, December 8, 2008
my side of the tale...
What a day…
So I had some up and down emotions, because I found the school where I am to begin my student teaching, and it is literally right down the block from Grandma and Grandpa. Which makes me second guess my decision to move out and ponder if God is trying to tell me something. But then I hung out with my new room mates a little bit, and it was so tremendously refreshing. I continue to be so ecstatic and grateful, and I truly do think it will probably be healthy for me to move away.
Then tonight, heehee, this is a fun story. I came home kind of late and greeted Grandpa, but I think Grandma was in the bedroom. So I went up and was putting my things away, when I hear her screeching out and asking him if I’d come home. Then she was asking him something else about me, and of course he didn’t hear. So she repeated her mumbling query and he still couldn’t understand, and I heard her muttering and grumbling about him. By this time I was down the stairs and right behind her, and finally got fed up. I literally shouted “I’M RIGHT HERE WHAT DO YOU WANT WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO ASK?!?” And I think she just about crapped her pants. She made some excuse about not knowing if I was home or something, and said that I scared her. But I think I got the point of frustration across, and it was actually quite gratifying. And the look on Grandpa’s face was just priceless. He had this little grin that would have made any suffering worth it. I’ll be sad to leave him alone to her again…but still good?
So I had some up and down emotions, because I found the school where I am to begin my student teaching, and it is literally right down the block from Grandma and Grandpa. Which makes me second guess my decision to move out and ponder if God is trying to tell me something. But then I hung out with my new room mates a little bit, and it was so tremendously refreshing. I continue to be so ecstatic and grateful, and I truly do think it will probably be healthy for me to move away.
Then tonight, heehee, this is a fun story. I came home kind of late and greeted Grandpa, but I think Grandma was in the bedroom. So I went up and was putting my things away, when I hear her screeching out and asking him if I’d come home. Then she was asking him something else about me, and of course he didn’t hear. So she repeated her mumbling query and he still couldn’t understand, and I heard her muttering and grumbling about him. By this time I was down the stairs and right behind her, and finally got fed up. I literally shouted “I’M RIGHT HERE WHAT DO YOU WANT WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO ASK?!?” And I think she just about crapped her pants. She made some excuse about not knowing if I was home or something, and said that I scared her. But I think I got the point of frustration across, and it was actually quite gratifying. And the look on Grandpa’s face was just priceless. He had this little grin that would have made any suffering worth it. I’ll be sad to leave him alone to her again…but still good?
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Upcoming escape...
Oh, poor little Grandpa…
I heard him muttering and grumbling about Grandma some more today, and it just makes me so tickled when he does that. I mean, it’s very sad, but goodness knows he deserves to grouch. The poor guy just tries to be the sacrificing servant that he is, and all he gets is whining from “I don’t know what I want for breakfast…you can’t expect me to be hungry right when I get up in the morning. Soon you’ll be wanting me to eat when I’m still in bed” in the morning to “don’t you want some ice cream” (which means “you’d better get me some ice cream—now) at night, and whatever the Lord has blessed me to escape from in between. Not to mention her recent cold has left her hacking and moaning and groaning. Grandpa gets sick, and he just suffers in silence and gets shakier and swaying. Grandma gets the tiniest bug and it’s “hack! Horck! Haaccchk! Mooan, groooaaan, snarrfle snuff.” I had half a thought today that nobody would blame him if he just bumped her off, but he’s just too nice for that I suppose.
In other news, this all reminds me how glad I am that I’m moving. Of course I feel sad because Grandpa will lose his only little ally (I’ll have to come visit frequently, I am sure) and I’ll lose free groceries and the Food Network, and have more of a commute for student teaching. But being home made me think how delightful it will be to be away from them entirely. And now I have an uplifting hope every time I have to use her shower, as I’m gingerly lifting the shower seat out and then carefully using the claw to pick out the brown stained washcloths strewn about, before stepping onto the germ-infested rubber cloth and brushing the spiders off of the tub wall so I can “clean” myself. Or when I impale my toe on forsaken toothpicks and pills. Or when I come home to stares and interrogations and random comments. I have grown somewhat accustomed to these things by now, but it will nonetheless be an absolute thrill and joy and blessing from the heavens above to escape them. I just keep thinking back to Allie first describing the apartment, and then to my initial visits there. One time I spent the night and we sat around the table chatting and sipping tea, and then I slept on the couch, and I was just so content and at peace with those nice friends and clean space. And I cannot believe that it will be my home. I’ll get my own little gate opener thing, perhaps, and I can bake Allie’s favorite cookies right there in our kitchen, and I can truly come and go as I please. I know there will be plenty of challenges to deal with, still, and the monetary cost will be much greater. And I’ll still need to communicate, and practice responsibility, and clean (well, that’s not a problem) and share space. But oh, I’ll be with wonderful girls! And I’m going to teach in fifth grade! And I won’t be stared at all the time. So I think I am quite pleased :)
I heard him muttering and grumbling about Grandma some more today, and it just makes me so tickled when he does that. I mean, it’s very sad, but goodness knows he deserves to grouch. The poor guy just tries to be the sacrificing servant that he is, and all he gets is whining from “I don’t know what I want for breakfast…you can’t expect me to be hungry right when I get up in the morning. Soon you’ll be wanting me to eat when I’m still in bed” in the morning to “don’t you want some ice cream” (which means “you’d better get me some ice cream—now) at night, and whatever the Lord has blessed me to escape from in between. Not to mention her recent cold has left her hacking and moaning and groaning. Grandpa gets sick, and he just suffers in silence and gets shakier and swaying. Grandma gets the tiniest bug and it’s “hack! Horck! Haaccchk! Mooan, groooaaan, snarrfle snuff.” I had half a thought today that nobody would blame him if he just bumped her off, but he’s just too nice for that I suppose.
In other news, this all reminds me how glad I am that I’m moving. Of course I feel sad because Grandpa will lose his only little ally (I’ll have to come visit frequently, I am sure) and I’ll lose free groceries and the Food Network, and have more of a commute for student teaching. But being home made me think how delightful it will be to be away from them entirely. And now I have an uplifting hope every time I have to use her shower, as I’m gingerly lifting the shower seat out and then carefully using the claw to pick out the brown stained washcloths strewn about, before stepping onto the germ-infested rubber cloth and brushing the spiders off of the tub wall so I can “clean” myself. Or when I impale my toe on forsaken toothpicks and pills. Or when I come home to stares and interrogations and random comments. I have grown somewhat accustomed to these things by now, but it will nonetheless be an absolute thrill and joy and blessing from the heavens above to escape them. I just keep thinking back to Allie first describing the apartment, and then to my initial visits there. One time I spent the night and we sat around the table chatting and sipping tea, and then I slept on the couch, and I was just so content and at peace with those nice friends and clean space. And I cannot believe that it will be my home. I’ll get my own little gate opener thing, perhaps, and I can bake Allie’s favorite cookies right there in our kitchen, and I can truly come and go as I please. I know there will be plenty of challenges to deal with, still, and the monetary cost will be much greater. And I’ll still need to communicate, and practice responsibility, and clean (well, that’s not a problem) and share space. But oh, I’ll be with wonderful girls! And I’m going to teach in fifth grade! And I won’t be stared at all the time. So I think I am quite pleased :)
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