A day with granny...
Jun. 9th, 2001 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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My parents left very early in the morning for the convention. I thought I'd die when they stepped over my "bed" (it was the couch pulled out to a somewhat sleep... thingy) at 7:30! On a SATURDAY! (thus the immortal words "Saturday has a morning?")
Anyways, I managed to decompose for two more hours until my back started killing me and I peeled myself out of the various layers of sheets. Still the same ouchies as yesterday, a hardcore cough, a bristling dry skin that hurts like HELL to touch and my aching right arm. Guh-reat! My granny was having her coffee on the balcony, so I joined her. We actually had a nice chat, talked about grampa and so on. There's a bakery right underneath her flat, so I got a bunch of nice cookies and vanillla pudding pastries. I have very fond memories of those.
Then my granny gave me a 50 to buy clothes! ALL RIGHT! So I went on a shopping spree and bought a shitload of clothes. I love them. This time I went for bottle green and purple. Looks fabulous, if I may say so. Especially with my fiery hair. I also got matching hats. I was so tired of only wearing the blue one. Didn't match at all with this season's colors. So, now I have a green and a purple hat. Very nice.
After that, I was kidnapped to have lunch with granny. It wasn't as bad as I feared it to be. She took me to a restaurant where they have a vegetable buffet. Eeeeep! I may be a vegetarian, but I LOATHE most vegetables when they're cooked. So I grumpily settled for a salad. We talked some more, she got nostalgic, talking about grandpa and how handsome he was and all. It was a bonding moment.
Sometimes it really makes me wonder how a man like my grandfather would have married someone like my grandmother. Don't get me wrong, I love my granny, but she's very simple, not really smart, a bit annoying. My grandpa, on the other hand, he was dashing, handsome, smart, an artist and successful in his job. Why did he marry someone like my granny? Well, whatever it was that attracted him to her, it lasted. They were married for 50 years... I still remember their golden wedding. They took the vow again and I could feel that they both wanted it...
Not much later, my grandpa died. I loved him so much and I wasn't even there. I was in France at that time and they didn't even tell me although I had called that day, having a bad feeling. They didn't tell me... and then I returned home and I was wondering why my mom looked so sad... and she told me. That was terrible. I never got to say goodbye and I couldn't grieve either, because everybody was over it already and crying alone in the living room seemed to cruel to me, I didn't want to cause my mother pain. So I kept it inside. I suffered for days. Then I dreamt of him, he was reaching out for me and we walked along a road. He didn't say anything, just smiled. Then he gently took my hand and pulled it away from his. He smiled one last time and walked away...
I hate those dreams... I always get them when someone died. I dream of them one last time and then never again. When my dog died I saw her running through a meadow, jumping happily and looking at me. I smiled, knowing that everything was all right again. Then my dad stepped next to me and said "Isn't she supposed to be dead?" and suddenly it got all dark and cold...
Ack, I have to stop those unpleasant thoughts...
Anyway, after lunch I shopped some more. I bought a couple of flowers made from wire. They will look good in my living room. Then I took a long, leisurely shower, rubbing my skin with baby oil, to make it smooth and less dry. It's helping, but I feel like a sardine now. I smell better, though! ^_~
Maybe I'll write a bit now. I have to get offline soon, because I'm blocking the phone. Bleh. People are calling all the time, and then they complain why the line was busy and I get yelled at >_<.
Oh! My Zetsuai CDs arrived yesterday! Superfast! *_* Didn't get to listen to them yet though. I might do that later...
My parents left very early in the morning for the convention. I thought I'd die when they stepped over my "bed" (it was the couch pulled out to a somewhat sleep... thingy) at 7:30! On a SATURDAY! (thus the immortal words "Saturday has a morning?")
Anyways, I managed to decompose for two more hours until my back started killing me and I peeled myself out of the various layers of sheets. Still the same ouchies as yesterday, a hardcore cough, a bristling dry skin that hurts like HELL to touch and my aching right arm. Guh-reat! My granny was having her coffee on the balcony, so I joined her. We actually had a nice chat, talked about grampa and so on. There's a bakery right underneath her flat, so I got a bunch of nice cookies and vanillla pudding pastries. I have very fond memories of those.
Then my granny gave me a 50 to buy clothes! ALL RIGHT! So I went on a shopping spree and bought a shitload of clothes. I love them. This time I went for bottle green and purple. Looks fabulous, if I may say so. Especially with my fiery hair. I also got matching hats. I was so tired of only wearing the blue one. Didn't match at all with this season's colors. So, now I have a green and a purple hat. Very nice.
After that, I was kidnapped to have lunch with granny. It wasn't as bad as I feared it to be. She took me to a restaurant where they have a vegetable buffet. Eeeeep! I may be a vegetarian, but I LOATHE most vegetables when they're cooked. So I grumpily settled for a salad. We talked some more, she got nostalgic, talking about grandpa and how handsome he was and all. It was a bonding moment.
Sometimes it really makes me wonder how a man like my grandfather would have married someone like my grandmother. Don't get me wrong, I love my granny, but she's very simple, not really smart, a bit annoying. My grandpa, on the other hand, he was dashing, handsome, smart, an artist and successful in his job. Why did he marry someone like my granny? Well, whatever it was that attracted him to her, it lasted. They were married for 50 years... I still remember their golden wedding. They took the vow again and I could feel that they both wanted it...
Not much later, my grandpa died. I loved him so much and I wasn't even there. I was in France at that time and they didn't even tell me although I had called that day, having a bad feeling. They didn't tell me... and then I returned home and I was wondering why my mom looked so sad... and she told me. That was terrible. I never got to say goodbye and I couldn't grieve either, because everybody was over it already and crying alone in the living room seemed to cruel to me, I didn't want to cause my mother pain. So I kept it inside. I suffered for days. Then I dreamt of him, he was reaching out for me and we walked along a road. He didn't say anything, just smiled. Then he gently took my hand and pulled it away from his. He smiled one last time and walked away...
I hate those dreams... I always get them when someone died. I dream of them one last time and then never again. When my dog died I saw her running through a meadow, jumping happily and looking at me. I smiled, knowing that everything was all right again. Then my dad stepped next to me and said "Isn't she supposed to be dead?" and suddenly it got all dark and cold...
Ack, I have to stop those unpleasant thoughts...
Anyway, after lunch I shopped some more. I bought a couple of flowers made from wire. They will look good in my living room. Then I took a long, leisurely shower, rubbing my skin with baby oil, to make it smooth and less dry. It's helping, but I feel like a sardine now. I smell better, though! ^_~
Maybe I'll write a bit now. I have to get offline soon, because I'm blocking the phone. Bleh. People are calling all the time, and then they complain why the line was busy and I get yelled at >_<.
Oh! My Zetsuai CDs arrived yesterday! Superfast! *_* Didn't get to listen to them yet though. I might do that later...
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Date: 2001-06-10 07:01 am (UTC)*wipes tear away*