“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: November 16, 2008

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Well I'm back home and Grandma is at the rehab place where she's resting comfortably. She'll probably be there two weeks or so.

So I'm back to packing and trashing and trying not to freeze to death. Seems that my absence for the last week, with the heat being off and the freaking air conditioners still in (not running, but in the windows still), the house got a little cold.

How cold was it? I opened my kitchen cabinet and me bottle of olive oil was frozen.

That wasn't a punchline, my fucking olive oil was fucking FROZEN.

I'm gonna go rub two sticks together to keep from getting frostbite on my balls...




PS: I've passed your well wishes on to Grandma and she wants everyone to know how much she appreciates them even though she has absolutely no idea what the internet is.

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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Ok, all seems well with Grandma, she's still in the hospital, but we're hoping she'll be moved to the rehab place today. I'm just stopping here at the house long enough to check email and stuff.

By the way, I got a call from the apartment people today. They received my deposit and it looks like I'll be moving on December 1st. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can.

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Monday, November 17, 2008

Ok, last night my Grandma (the one that turned 100 on October 29th) fell and broke her hip. She had surgery today and had a steel rod put in it and she's recovering extremely well, but I'll continue to be MIA for a day or two helping out.

So anyways, I'll be out in the county.

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