Patterns

So bike trip didn't happen. Guess I didn't want it badly enough.

I spent my free week near KCMO with my (newly widowed) grandmother, my aunt, and their ornery new puppy. I am a motherfucking dog whisperer.

The house is still very unclean, and I was having difficulty pin-pointing if the allergy symptoms I experienced were from the house or from all the extremely high pollen counts. Probably both.

I was a little frustrated with grandma in that the first day, we went through the closet in the yellow room and she was ready to part with a number of items and we had them in a pile. Some I was going to bring back to STL (to donate), some we were going to donate/sell in KCMO. Then the next day, she went through the pile and took a number of the items/boxes back. And it was all junk!! And all we did was move junk from one location in the house to the basement, which there is no more room down there anymore. I ended up coming back here with five boxes of candles/holders, a box of LPS, a few books, five pieces of clothing, and a sweet vintage bike. Everything is going to be sold/donated except for the bike. It is SUPER HEAVY, and I might decide to sell it anyway since it weighs so much. I need to fix it first. It needs new tubes, and the front break lines need tweaking.

We went to eat at Justus Drugstore on Wednesday night. It was excellent. Everything is cooked to order using local-grown ingredients. I didn't get any cocktails, but Patty had a Sangria.

Thursday was pretty low-key. Then Friday...it was a miracle! Grandma decided that she was ready to get rid of some items, and we took two car loads of clothes, shoes, and books to a thrift store!

I called Bryan on Wednesday evening; he was out and about on Delmar. We spoke for nearly 40 minutes, and it was so nice! I'm really glad that he picked up and that we had a chance to talk. I haven't felt very close to him for several weeks, and I actually cried in the car on the way home from his opening at the Chess Hall of Fame last week because I felt like a fool being there. I want to think that its because he is busy with his art show stuff, but I think that he is over me. I'm not surprised if it's already ran its course; this is usually about the time I get the ol' "You're the sweetest girl, but...." And I feel like a fucking idiot! I know I need to take the hint, but I want to hear it spoken out loud.

I've felt pretty bummed out all day; more than usual. I admit that I've been stressed, depressed and thinking terrible things. I agreed to play kickball on a league, and it was canceled today. I was not notified that the games had been canceled, and I was was pretty frustrated when I got to the park and no one was there. What a waste of driving 45 miles! I kinda don't want to play anymore.

Andrew called me tonight. He was in a horrific car accident a few weeks ago and had to have surgery to reconstruct his pelvis and femur. He is now at home, but is pretty helpless. He was in pain and called me to get his mind off of it. His mom and aunt are helping him out at home and they monitor his medication so he doesn't get hooked on it. He had another 90 minutes before he could take another and the previous dose was wearing off. My heart went out to him, and it was nice to talk. He can't walk/leave the house. But when he is more mobile, I told him I will come pick him up and we'll go get food or see a movie. After speaking to Andrew, I didn't feel as sorry for myself/sad as I have felt all week. I also looked up the spring '13 schedule for school. I need just one more class, and registration opens in three weeks.