Well, I’m not up for back tracking much, so this will be consisted more of highlights. I talked to Shred for a while before the weekend hit. He and I determined my computer is suffering from low memory. I have one gigabyte of RAM… apparently it isn’t enough anymore.
Shred later talked about trying to come down and see me. He would be staying somewhere an hour’s drive away for the weekend. Well, that was troublesome since my weekends are busier than my weeks. I gave him my number and figured we’d get back on that.
It wouldn’t have worked out. I did clean my room up a bit in case such did occur, but we never made contact during the weekend. Saturday wouldn’t have been too great of a day since it rained half the day and I was in a sluggish mood after grocery shopping. If he had come by my free time would have been from two to five maybe and during that I struggled to stay awake.
Later my cat gave me a scare. My mom found a roach and I came to the rescue with the bug spray. I drenched it down good. A while later I reenter and I find my cat fished it out from somewhere and had it in his mouth. He was shaking his head like it was a piece of meat needing to be tenderized. I of course cried out and he dropped it. I was disturbed when he was licking the taste out of his mouth and off his paws.
I informed my mom and she told me to wash his mouth out and clean off his fur. I did so. After that I locked him in my room with me and I kept an eye on him. To my luck nothing terrible came out of it, but before that had been determined I recall telling him not to die on me because I hadn’t had him for a whole year and he was supposed to live until he was twenty, damn it.
I was still tired Sunday. I didn’t even get in my walk. Still later in the morning I woke to find an email from one of my elusive twins. It made me happy. I hadn’t talked to this one for about three years. We emailed for a while, she rejoined the board we met at and we’ve been chatting through messenger the past two nights. It seemed they received the Christmas presents I sent them, despite they didn’t find them until around the end of January because the mail man left them stuffed in some bushes apparently. Oi.
Later on that night my dad’s dog got a stick lodged into his throat. Yeah, the idiot swallowed a stick. So, he choked on it for a while until he finally threw it up. It panicked my dad greatly.
Monday was better. I was feeling a bit more energized and did my usual routine. The story I started on the first reached to about eighty pages. I still have a long way to go with it and my ideas are blurry. Oh well. I can’t remember much else about the day sadly… my memory semi-sucks.
Around the time my parents came home I was heating up leftovers from Sunday night. I pulled out a roll and placed it on the counter to eat once my soup was heated. I left the room for a minute and came back to find the bloody thing gone! I then saw my mom’s dog nearby. He looked bloody happy and was wagging his tail. I knew he was the culprit. I of course yelled at him.
The dogs are becoming infamous. You see, earlier that day my dad’s dog had eaten the cat’s food off the kitchen counter sometime when I was on my walk. Later he had gotten to another bowl of cat food that was in a guest room. As for my mom’s dog, the day before she made muffins. He stole a freshly baked muffin off the table and devoured it!
Sigh… Dogs are troublesome. Even if a cat tries to snitch something, it is just a small piece. You can saw off the “infected” area and eat the great amount that is left. They aren’t sneaky about it either. Our dogs are sneaky. They act dumb, but they have their smart moments. They know it is wrong and they know if we catch them they are in trouble. They always wait until no one is around. Evil!
Sigh…
Well, the night progressed. I talked to Neko some and around eight my mom wanted to watch TV. she told me about a scare she had over the weekend. She makes her own peanut butter. While she was sampling some left over peanut butter that wouldn’t fit in the jar she wound up discovering a piece of glass in her mouth. It freaked her out.
After that, mom went to bed and I saw Neko again. She and I chatted until it was time for us to go to bed. I didn’t hit the bed until 1:30.
I got up at 6:58. Dad had given me my Nexium an hour before. I ate my breakfast and took my walk at eight. I did some chores. Mom came back. She had jury duty today but all the cases either were postponed or plea bargains were made, so she was done early. She has to return on the first of June though.
I was tired by ten, so I took a nap. Mom disappeared to go to work somewhere not long after that I suppose.
I woke again at twelve. I made my usual peanut butter sandwich and snacked on some grapes. My dad and brother came home at lunch time. At 1:30 we left. Dad was dropped off and my brother took me to the doctor’s appointment. It was just a follow up. I was there for an hour.
The usual stats were taken and the doctor asked me questions. I asked my questions. I’ll stay on my Nexium for another month. If I still need something, I’ll go to Zantac. If bad stuff is still occurring I’ll have to see a doctor and have tests done. Oi.
I asked about my cholesterol as well. I had relayed my diet, my disinterest in sweets and that I walked two miles every day for forty minutes. I’m doing fine, he said and we assume it might be my genetic make up. Since I know little to nothing about my birth parents, however… It can only be assumed. It relieved me though. It meant I wasn’t doing anything wrong; I just had it in my genes like my mom.
Well, I left, my brother took me home and I questioned him about something bothering me. Mom’s been losing money again. That of course is a bad sign. So, I asked him… was he stealing? He said no of course. He said he had no way of doing such a thing since he was never around. I pointed out we see him every Sunday night and such. The talk continued. He said he would have preferred that Mom confronted him about it. I told him she didn’t tell me, I just noticed she was missing money.
Well, in the end he still denied. I didn’t push. I never do. I just let him know my thoughts. I got out of the car; I thanked him for having to wait for an hour and the ride and then headed into the house.
Now I am here typing this. I need to finish up some more chores now. Blah.