Except today Maureen, BooBoo, and Patty came by to say hello with Doug and Maureen's new dog Zeus. Now that is a handsome dog, a pure black lab. I keep bugging Nana and Pop to get a dog, but no dice so far.
In any case, things are going smoothly at the Politi homestead. Pop has another doctor's appointment Monday or Tuesday, so hopefully we'll get some news. I wish I had more to report, but that's all for now.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Shit, Piss, and Corruption
I swear to god, those are the only three words Pop remembers anymore. I came downstairs after my shower this morning to discover Pop making his own breakfast and swearing up a storm (at least there were no large knives involved this time). You would have thought Nana was secretly plotting to sabotage him with the amount of profanities he used when he had to get a napkin from THE OTHER END OF THE FUCKING TABLE! Not a happy camper.
Besides being grumpy and bored all the time, Pop hasn't made any changes health-wise. Although he keeps scratching his head and making a sore at the top of it, and I think he has some dry skin on his nose and ears. The reason I think this is because Nana and I caught him filing the tip of his nose and ears with an emory board the other day. When Nana said something to him he said, "Well, this is what its fucking for!!" "No, hun, its for your nails!" "No! No, its not! It's for getting this f..... well you get the idea.
Besides being grumpy and bored all the time, Pop hasn't made any changes health-wise. Although he keeps scratching his head and making a sore at the top of it, and I think he has some dry skin on his nose and ears. The reason I think this is because Nana and I caught him filing the tip of his nose and ears with an emory board the other day. When Nana said something to him he said, "Well, this is what its fucking for!!" "No, hun, its for your nails!" "No! No, its not! It's for getting this f..... well you get the idea.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
What a beautiful Saturday
And luckily, Nana was able to get out and go to Fisher's Island with Paul, Tanya, and Jill (Tanya's roommate). Nana just got back and reported that she had a wonderful day - so many thanks Paulster for showing the ole girl a good time.
Meanwhile, Pop and I fended for ourselves here at the homestead. Vic was fine all day, had a quiet lunch, took naps on the porch, did the crosswords, all without a peep - until Nana came home. As soon as she walked in the door it was "Where's my sweater?" "Meta I need a pain pill." and when she asked how he was his response was, "I've had a fucking terrible day!"
So maybe she didn't have a great first step in the door, but when I told her how happy I was she had a good day, all she said to me was "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Meanwhile, Pop and I fended for ourselves here at the homestead. Vic was fine all day, had a quiet lunch, took naps on the porch, did the crosswords, all without a peep - until Nana came home. As soon as she walked in the door it was "Where's my sweater?" "Meta I need a pain pill." and when she asked how he was his response was, "I've had a fucking terrible day!"
So maybe she didn't have a great first step in the door, but when I told her how happy I was she had a good day, all she said to me was "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
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