Had a nice visit with the folks. Quite nice waking up in my old bedroom (changed though it is) when I felt like it (or the sun or the dogs woke me instead of an alarm clock).
We didn't do too much, being fairly broke. Bought some wine, some cheese and some food.
Jon cooked a few meals for my parents and everyone seemed to have a good time.
Dad seemed to like having company for a change. He spends too much of his time on his own, I think, while Mom is at work ten hours a day. I am glad he has kitty friends and our old pal Bean. We went a few places with him, an antique store, small things like that. Our favorite Antique Mall has since gone out of business...sadly, the place was huge and had so many things to see.
I took my Kindle along and read a couple books and began reading Wuthering Heights. While reading it, I keep thinking, wow, it must be nice to be just at home and somehow taken care of all the time. Apparently this makes you more likely to become mad but better a raving lunatic at home with loads of money....but I guess being at home with all your meals, cleaning and laundry taken care of leaves an excess of time for obsession. Perhaps that is why teenagers act so abominably...well, other than the hormones...
Jon took his PS3 along, and the tv (yep he did) because he really just wanted to loaf about and play video games all week. The PS3 broke two days in....and once we got back he researched it on the internet (my parents don't have internet) and found it is the red light of death or some such which just means a thing came loose inside it so it won't work. So it needs fixing....of course Sony will fix it for $150 and will return you a PS3 (not the one you sent in at all, not even the same STYLE PS3)...so he doesn't like the sound of it because he's taken really good care of his. Other option is to pay $75 at a game shop (Sony doesn't approve of this at all and will refuse to work on PS3's that are not opened by them, of course) but then you will have your original system. So I think Jon will do that eventually. There are more pressing matters currently.
The Jeep title did finally come...the tags are now expired, and the dealership OVERNIGHTED the title to our house...it cost them $20 to do this...so it makes me think they totally fucked up. So we have to retitle and plate it and fix it still, of course.
I woke up to a staple gun this morning. The neighbors behind us seem to be having a garage or shed reshingled. Kind of annoying. The only annoying noise at my parent's house while sleeping with windows open was a few really vocal birds that seem to have lodged near the bedroom window.
Moose kitty is so happy to see me she's barely left my side. I missed her, too.
I got to become more acquainted with my parent's kitties than previously as dad had locked them up in the basement so the dogs wouldn't chase them. The Spooky kitty acts loads like Moose. I like him, he's temperamental, loving and kind of vain about his fluffy hair. Slick, now, he's huge, loveable and less vain, but just as nice a cat.
Bean is doing worse and worse, of course, as old dogs rarely get more well. His will is strong. He wanted to walk and walk and do all kinds of things his body didn't want to allow. We had to physically restrain him from following my dogs on their rather longer route as he just couldn't do it. His front end is starting to stumble now...as before it was only his back end. Poor old friend. I don't know what my parents will do without him. He is going to leave an enormous hole. They are so patient with him. Taking him for walks takes nearly an hour even though they merely walk him around the woods behind our house. He stops, pants hard and lies down. But, every morning, without fail, he WANTS to go.
Sometimes, I think I could just go back home and never return here. But my parents do get on my nerves after a bit, just as they always did no matter how I love them. That's a fairytale anyway, I'm not independently wealthy, damn it.
This week I am off, just hanging about. Doing whatever. Jon is at work so I have no car, not that I'd go any place but Ruth's any way, and I've invited her here.
I wish I didn't have to go back to work next week as I'm sure it will be a wreck.
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