It was a pretty easy thing with the exception of having to take her to the doctor. Getting her up and down the stairs is a pain in the ass. Luckily John, a.k.a. Buddah, was here to help me both up and down the stairs.
She’s talkative compared to Shirley. She keeps telling me; family history, how much she likes Christina, and how she worries that Shirley doesn’t want her there. All shit that I’ve heard about way to much.
She prefers to be in bed more than Shirley. Works for me.
She eats more and better than Shirley.
All in all it’s not terrible. All in all it’s still new. All in all it’s not great.
She has told me at least 3 times that she wishes she had died. She keeps that up and I’ll tell her how to end it.
It was a long day yesterday and I did a lot of driving, around 300 miles.
Marylou is here. She’s very grateful to us for taking her in, but I wonder if that gratitude will hold, and if it does we’ll do just fine. Mom, thanks for all your help during this trip and your generosity with the earlier trips. Staying with you made this possible and being with you, when not working on ML’s condo, made it fun.
This is the first time in about 16 years that these two have seen each other. While it started with excitement, that faded quickly. Seconds before I took the picture, they were holding hands. It’s like they KNEW I was taking the pic.
I’ll keep you all updated here about what happens, how they feel about each other, and other general b.s.
The Garbage Bag Kid~~Yesterday she was prancing around in a garbage bag like it was a fine gown. There’s no accounting for taste in the junior fashion industry.
She fell asleep while waiting for me to take her to Alb.
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