My So-Called Life

[la_samtyr]

As usual, everything seems to be happening at once. The good news is, a lot of the unresolved things are slowly being resolved. Which means I will soon have a new 'job', such as it is, and I will *maybe* get the money that is long owed me. But at least I have a new contract in the works, and that alone is a tremendous relief.

To celebrate, I indulged in a cheap 1g mp3 player. If and when things are ever straightened out, I intend to get a good one, like say, an 8g though probably *not* an iPod. But for now this works just fine as a backup and I am slowly transferring mp3s and things from the other laptop to this one. Now all I need to do is figure out how to get the iTunes transferred from there to here... ::ponders:: I am sure once I am rested I will be able to understand what it is that I need to do.

More about the auction, and other family stuff...

I am still not happy about a lot of things regarding the auction but my aunt and uncle are happy, so I guess that is all that matters. I didn't like the lack of advertising -- there are so many people who told me they didn't know about the auction, even though it was 'allgedly' advertised in the local paper -- and I *loathe* one of the auctioneers who worked with them. The man hates me, will not take my bid *at all*, even when I f'n *know* that he sees me -- and he f'n well *knows* I am bidding (or trying to, rather) but ignores me and dumps it to a buddy. So when I realised he was working as a spotter, I just stayed away from them and didn't even bother. It is also why I had my cousin Carol bid the books in for me -- because I knew that he would take her bid. [So much less headache all around, and I did make sure to pay her back the evening.] *sigh* But damn, how I would have loved to have gotten a few other things -- oh well.

Monday, Lyn and Aunt Lee came back to visit before going back to Omaha. [They had been staying with Lyn's "big sis", aka Lil' Pat (actually, Lyn's aunt, who is only a few years older than she is) in Ravenna.] Lyn took me to eat at Dally's 2, and we talked about aunt and uncle's plans to "move" to the VA nursing home in GI. It seems that Lil' Pat recently quit working there partially because of the poor quality care but also because it is almost totally reserved for vets working through drug/alcohol rehab after being discharged from the VA hospital a few blocks away. So all in all, not a good place for a very old couple who need a lot of care.

Lyn asked me what I thought was behind this idea of 'moving', and I told her that I thought it was because they had to go in the first place that was open. I told her when Charle and Christi were here, they looked at other places but apparently aunt and uncle thought they were being "pushed" by C and C, and got upset. When aunt had different knee/hip surgeries, she had to go to Perkins for rehab and she just *loved* it. Of course, she also got to go home -- which shouldn't have happened, looking back because while she can take care of her personal needs, everything else was getting to be too much -- but they didn't think so/wouldn't admit it, and so things just kept going along until now. Uncle has been slowly losing his sight and because he is an insulin-dependent diabetic, he wasn't getting the right amount for quite a while... *sigh* Just yeah.

The weird thing is, I knew they weren't going to be happy in Perkins but they just thought the other places were "just little boxes" -- sadly, they were unable to realise that those places were actually roomier and nicer overall, in part because they didn't "need" any amenities that were offered (no library because they can't see to read, no pool hall because uncle doesn't play pool, no exercise room because they don't need/can't use it, ad nauseum) and because they were so darn convinced it would be too expensive. Well, guess what? It's even more expensive at Perkins! I mean, I am sorry but I can't help but think it serves them right. None of the other cousins who are in the area (and about their age, or at least a lot closer in age than I am) could say anything to them either. It was Perkins they wanted, and Perkins they have. A "little box" of a room, cramped as hell and they are miserable. ::shakes head::

*Anyhoo*, Lyn said she would tell them what her Lil' Pat told her; I told her I hoped they would listen. She asked me what I knew of it, and I said I knew nothing of it since (my) Dad died years ago, and even then they were beginning to transition from "old age" home to "drug/alcohol rehab facility", so I believed whatever her Lil' pat told her was true.

I have to admit I envy Lyn a little bit because they actually listen to her, and allow her to do things (such as make copies of really *old* pics) that I begged to do years ago. I am glad that she is getting this stuff done but I wonder what is lacking in me that I was considered "unsuitable" for such a thing. ::shrugs:: But a big part of me doesn't really give a damn now. And weirdly enough, Lyn and I are getting along better than we ever have -- I guess we are finally growing up at last.

One last thing -- Lyn said that she was worried about Paul II. She doesn't think he's doing very well (in other words, very depressed) since he lost his job, and now it looks as if he will lose his house as well. *sighs again*

Oh, and I can't find the software so I can make the scanner work, so any pics will have to wait. Paul II sent me a few he took that day, and so I might put them up later on.

Donna has been calling me on the phone but I am studiously ignoring her. I feel kind of bad, but I simply cannot afford to listen to her yakk.

Comments

[chaotic-binky.livejournal.com]

Sorting family stuff is always awful. Still, at least you have things to look forward to as well :D

Hugs Binky xxx

[samtyr.livejournal.com]

Yeah, of all the bad stuff there is, sorting family stuff is definitely one of the worst. Meh. And I can always look forward to it being all finished 9someday).