Queen of Rambles

I’m off, I’m off, I’m off!

No work days mean a heck of a lot more when you actually work, don’t they? Looks like I should have gotten enough thrills from not working in Sweden since I was off every day, but the quality of the days are different.

Had a rather interesting morning. This is probably too personal, but we had a little father free time this morning, which is always a good thing. I’m ovulating and we had a little slip-up, so keep your fingers crossed that nothing happens! This month I will actually have a reason to take a pregnancy test, so at least I don’t have to consider myself totally paranoid.

Jenn reminded me that I promised a granny story, so here it is.

As some of you know, Mike is going back to Sweden for a couple of weeks in May. His sister has had a brain tumor for several years, but things have recently really taken a turn for the worse and he needs to be there. She is unable to speak or leave the bed, though she still has her mind and is able to communicate with a “talking machine.”

Anyway, if he leaves from the Medford airport we save a ton of money so that’s what is happening. We don’t want to take my dad’s oil eating truck over there, so decided to ask my grandma if we could borrow her car for the two days I need to drive him over and pick him up.

Here’s the conversation:

Me: Granny, is there any way I can borrow your car on May 18 and June 1?

Granny, with wild look in her eyes: Car, car? You want to borrow my car? Why do you want to borrow my car?

Me: Well, Mike has to go to Sweden–

Granny: What? He’s leaving you? I knew he would!

Me: No—

Granny: I knew it! I know he just sits over there and is restless and bored.

Me: That’s not it—–

Granny: Oh God, oh God. I knew it! This is the end. If only–

Me, loudly: Grandma, listen!

Granny, slapping her forehead and muttering: Oh God, oh God. What? What? Why?

Me: Grandma! He’s going over for two weeks because his sister has taken a turn for the worse.

Ok, so it’s not really that funny of a story. It just annoys me to no end that she is totally convinced Mike is going to divorce me at any moment, mainly because he does the dishes. A man doing dishes is grounds for a divorce in her world. And she always “knows” what we are feeling and thinking, even though she has no freakin’ clue! She “knows” Mike hates my dad, she “knows” I’m way too mean to the students at school, she “knows” all sorts of things that simply have no grounding in reality. But I love her. She is much, much easier to get along with now that my mom is not in town. Those two argued and fought way too much. They stressed each other out to the point that it was impossible to be around them if they were in the same room. Isn’t that sad?

Speaking of my mom, she found a job! She’s still looking for another job that will pay her enough to live on, but at the moment she is working for a family of millionaires who run their own business. They are basically middle-men. I guess people who want something call them up and they go out and find it and arrange delivery. Looks like millionaires could afford to pay a living wage, but I guess that’s not how they became millionaires. My mom is already ready to quit, which is kind of sad. Apparently they know nothing about technology and want my mom to handwrite all the checks instead of investing a mere hundred bucks (or whatever) for a check printer. She’s still going on interviews, so hopefully something better will come along soon. Or maybe the son (I think he’s her age) will fall in love with her and move her into his mansion. They’d have to make that into a movie. My mom is about as uncouth and un-cultured as they come. I don’t know how I turned out as well as I did. She’s fun, very fun, but so very . . . weird.

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