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bunchofgrapes) wrote2010-02-08 11:59 pm
bunchofgrapes) wrote2010-02-08 11:59 pm
Man + Heavy Equipment + Snow = Idiot
I almost forgot to post tonight. Actually, I didn't forget, I just let time get away from me and didn't get started until 11:30. And yes, I did edit the date.
The great thing about working from home is rolling out of bed a little later than usual, which is still early for me, and going to work in your comfy clothes. Even with the TV on in the background I can get a ton of work done. The bad thing? There's no off switch. When you're at the office you get this urge to leave. When you're at home, you just keep going and before you know it, it's 7pm and you've almost put in 12 hours. I've been known to get back online around 1am to answer email just because the computer is up. And before someone tells me to log off, it's a pain in the ass to log back on.
Can I just say that food commercials should be against the law when you're stuck inside? Because even though you have plenty of food, something is going to flash across the screen and set off a wicked bad craving. I hate you, Dunkin' Donuts.
So the few inches from a smaller snow storm that will hit us tomorrow night has ballooned into a blizzard. Predictions are for another 10-15". Now I do love snow but I feel bad for the people who have been without power for three days. I lost power Saturday around 3:30 and it didn't come back up until almost 9pm. I called Dominion VA Power and they gave me an 8pm estimate so I wasn't too worried and Sophie and Harry huddled on the sofa with me but man, after about a half hour, I was going stir crazy. Thankfully, I had the foresight to charge my cell phone, blackberry and iPod the previous day so I had something to entertain myself. And thankfully, I have one phone that is not cordless. My mom called and kept me company for about 45 minutes. And I was so bored, I enjoyed it! We don't always get along. Oh, and I wasn't nearly as sore today from shoveling all that snow as I thought I'd be. My hands were stiff and my wrists hurt but other than that, I must have perfected my shoveling technique after that December storm.
Today a couple of guys in Bobcats showed up and started plowing the drive. Men in Bobcats and large amounts of snow = idiots. They piled the snow about 6ft high onto the sidewalk and if my one neighbor hadn't yelled at them about how they're not supposed to block the sidewalk, they would have completely blocked my other neighbors from getting to their house. One guy plowed through the pile of snow next to my car, essentially knocking a good chunk of snow in front of my car and blocking me in again. I took my shovel and tossed it all onto their freshly plowed street then called the idiot a few choice names as he came by to plow it again. They already plowed the snow from a week ago into my first parking place and given that the snow is piled up about 8 to 10ft, I won't be able to park there until late Spring. They sure as hell aren't going to plow me into my other space.
An update on my grandmother: she was in rehab for her broken hip and was doing very well until she decided that she wanted to go home. Well, she can't go home. She's in a wheelchair or has a walker and there's no way she can maneuver around her house on her own. However, my mom and my aunt arranged for home health care and were set to take her home when she then decided she didn't want to go there. She wanted to go to a nursing home (this was after she had a huge hissy fit in the middle of the hospital cafeteria). So, they arranged for her to go to a home that her mother, my great grandmother, had been in. She knew the place, they knew her and my mom and my aunt liked the place and the people so it was a good fit all around. She went in there on Friday. On Saturday, while I was on the phone with my mom, she got a call from the place saying my grandmother was unresponsive so they coded her and she was on her way to the hospital. It turns out it was an issue with her glucose (she refuses to eat) but when she was back at the hospital, they discovered that she has an infection in her jaw (they think it was from her false teeth) and now that infection is in her blood. She's conscious and more lucid than she was but they are telling my mom and my aunt that her condition is grave. My mom suspects that the reason she suddenly agreed to go to the nursing home is because that's where she wanted to go to die. She wouldn't be alone there.
I called my grandmother last weekend and we had a very nice chat. I knew then that it would probably be the last conversation I had with her and I'm happy with that because we'll have ended on a positive note. We've never been close and to be honest, when I was a kid she always scared the crap out of me. She wasn't exactly the nurturing, warm cookies and milk, kind of grandma (she was a grandma at 40) and she and my mom never got along. My aunt and I know now it's because they are so much alike. My fear has always been that I would be like my mother and in some ways, I know I am. But I'm determined to change my ways. I also know I'm a lot like my dad so I'm hoping that cancels out the other. Anyway, I will be sad when my grandmother passes away because it's another part of the past that is fading away. But I also know she's 87, frail, and is in failing health. They can make her better but in the end, she's still 87. Unfortunately, life doesn't have a rewind. It is what it is and death is inevitable. And at this point, I think it's what she wants.
The great thing about working from home is rolling out of bed a little later than usual, which is still early for me, and going to work in your comfy clothes. Even with the TV on in the background I can get a ton of work done. The bad thing? There's no off switch. When you're at the office you get this urge to leave. When you're at home, you just keep going and before you know it, it's 7pm and you've almost put in 12 hours. I've been known to get back online around 1am to answer email just because the computer is up. And before someone tells me to log off, it's a pain in the ass to log back on.
Can I just say that food commercials should be against the law when you're stuck inside? Because even though you have plenty of food, something is going to flash across the screen and set off a wicked bad craving. I hate you, Dunkin' Donuts.
So the few inches from a smaller snow storm that will hit us tomorrow night has ballooned into a blizzard. Predictions are for another 10-15". Now I do love snow but I feel bad for the people who have been without power for three days. I lost power Saturday around 3:30 and it didn't come back up until almost 9pm. I called Dominion VA Power and they gave me an 8pm estimate so I wasn't too worried and Sophie and Harry huddled on the sofa with me but man, after about a half hour, I was going stir crazy. Thankfully, I had the foresight to charge my cell phone, blackberry and iPod the previous day so I had something to entertain myself. And thankfully, I have one phone that is not cordless. My mom called and kept me company for about 45 minutes. And I was so bored, I enjoyed it! We don't always get along. Oh, and I wasn't nearly as sore today from shoveling all that snow as I thought I'd be. My hands were stiff and my wrists hurt but other than that, I must have perfected my shoveling technique after that December storm.
Today a couple of guys in Bobcats showed up and started plowing the drive. Men in Bobcats and large amounts of snow = idiots. They piled the snow about 6ft high onto the sidewalk and if my one neighbor hadn't yelled at them about how they're not supposed to block the sidewalk, they would have completely blocked my other neighbors from getting to their house. One guy plowed through the pile of snow next to my car, essentially knocking a good chunk of snow in front of my car and blocking me in again. I took my shovel and tossed it all onto their freshly plowed street then called the idiot a few choice names as he came by to plow it again. They already plowed the snow from a week ago into my first parking place and given that the snow is piled up about 8 to 10ft, I won't be able to park there until late Spring. They sure as hell aren't going to plow me into my other space.
An update on my grandmother: she was in rehab for her broken hip and was doing very well until she decided that she wanted to go home. Well, she can't go home. She's in a wheelchair or has a walker and there's no way she can maneuver around her house on her own. However, my mom and my aunt arranged for home health care and were set to take her home when she then decided she didn't want to go there. She wanted to go to a nursing home (this was after she had a huge hissy fit in the middle of the hospital cafeteria). So, they arranged for her to go to a home that her mother, my great grandmother, had been in. She knew the place, they knew her and my mom and my aunt liked the place and the people so it was a good fit all around. She went in there on Friday. On Saturday, while I was on the phone with my mom, she got a call from the place saying my grandmother was unresponsive so they coded her and she was on her way to the hospital. It turns out it was an issue with her glucose (she refuses to eat) but when she was back at the hospital, they discovered that she has an infection in her jaw (they think it was from her false teeth) and now that infection is in her blood. She's conscious and more lucid than she was but they are telling my mom and my aunt that her condition is grave. My mom suspects that the reason she suddenly agreed to go to the nursing home is because that's where she wanted to go to die. She wouldn't be alone there.
I called my grandmother last weekend and we had a very nice chat. I knew then that it would probably be the last conversation I had with her and I'm happy with that because we'll have ended on a positive note. We've never been close and to be honest, when I was a kid she always scared the crap out of me. She wasn't exactly the nurturing, warm cookies and milk, kind of grandma (she was a grandma at 40) and she and my mom never got along. My aunt and I know now it's because they are so much alike. My fear has always been that I would be like my mother and in some ways, I know I am. But I'm determined to change my ways. I also know I'm a lot like my dad so I'm hoping that cancels out the other. Anyway, I will be sad when my grandmother passes away because it's another part of the past that is fading away. But I also know she's 87, frail, and is in failing health. They can make her better but in the end, she's still 87. Unfortunately, life doesn't have a rewind. It is what it is and death is inevitable. And at this point, I think it's what she wants.
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*HUGS* over your grandmother. I hope it all goes easily for her.
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i know, right? you're sitting and thinking, "damn, why do i have everything but that?"
i'm sorry to hear about your grandmother! and i hope everything works out for the best.
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And I'm sorry to hear about your grandma.
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As for food commercials - any food place that advertises should deliver. That is all