It's been a stay home day for the most part.
My washing machine isn't large enough to wash my bed comforter, so I went to the local laundromat. In the years right after college when I did this regularly, I hated it. I had forgotten why until today. Kids. About a half dozen of them running around like chimpanzees at the zoo, riding around in the carts, screaming, throwing crap, etc. Every parent there would tell them to stop and then continue talking amongst themselves, while their commands to the spawn went completely unheeded. Even the poor attendant on duty looked miserable.
I came home and started clean house. I called Mom, who I can always count on to convey the usual family tragedies. Tonight's news was a doozy. It seems that my 30-year-old nephew Chris, who stays with his blind diabetic aunt and his elderly grandmother in Georgia, is donating one of his kidneys to his aunt who is on dialysis. While I applaud him for his selflessness, I am terrified that something will happen to him. He is my oldest brother's oldest child. He's always been more of a brother to me than his dad because we grew up together. Despite my mixed feelings, I have to remember that he's an adult and can make his own decisions.
After several hours of cleaning, I was chatting on 411 tonight. I got chatted up by an strange man who is willing to relocate for a relationship. I wasn't attracted to him at all, but that usually doesn't stop me from chatting. After the initial hello's, the rather quick discussion went something like this:
Me: So what's up?
Him: 7
Me: Seven?
Him: 7 inches
Me: Um.. you're 7 inches?
Him: Yep
Me: So, you're looking for an LTR and you'll move and that's one of the first things you tell someone?
Him: Yep
Me: Well, take care and welcome to my refuse list...
Okay, it's late and I'm heading for bed. For the locals, be careful out there, the roads are supposed to be rather treacherous after the freezing rain.
My washing machine isn't large enough to wash my bed comforter, so I went to the local laundromat. In the years right after college when I did this regularly, I hated it. I had forgotten why until today. Kids. About a half dozen of them running around like chimpanzees at the zoo, riding around in the carts, screaming, throwing crap, etc. Every parent there would tell them to stop and then continue talking amongst themselves, while their commands to the spawn went completely unheeded. Even the poor attendant on duty looked miserable.
I came home and started clean house. I called Mom, who I can always count on to convey the usual family tragedies. Tonight's news was a doozy. It seems that my 30-year-old nephew Chris, who stays with his blind diabetic aunt and his elderly grandmother in Georgia, is donating one of his kidneys to his aunt who is on dialysis. While I applaud him for his selflessness, I am terrified that something will happen to him. He is my oldest brother's oldest child. He's always been more of a brother to me than his dad because we grew up together. Despite my mixed feelings, I have to remember that he's an adult and can make his own decisions.
After several hours of cleaning, I was chatting on 411 tonight. I got chatted up by an strange man who is willing to relocate for a relationship. I wasn't attracted to him at all, but that usually doesn't stop me from chatting. After the initial hello's, the rather quick discussion went something like this:
Me: So what's up?
Him: 7
Me: Seven?
Him: 7 inches
Me: Um.. you're 7 inches?
Him: Yep
Me: So, you're looking for an LTR and you'll move and that's one of the first things you tell someone?
Him: Yep
Me: Well, take care and welcome to my refuse list...
Okay, it's late and I'm heading for bed. For the locals, be careful out there, the roads are supposed to be rather treacherous after the freezing rain.