My father phoned me at 5 a.m. in the morning on Tuesday to tell me that the whole mother's mother visiting during my trip to New Jersey was my mother's idea of a joke. The way my father conveyed it to me didn't seem like it was some sort of prank.
I'm relieved, I guess but I didn't get much sleep and the call only gave me a case of drag ass.
Monday night I didn't sleep very well. I think I was sleepwalking and I remember making phone calls. If any of you gentle readers received an incomprehensible message with my voice, you have my apologies. My father told me that I left him a message on his business's voicemail. I don't rightly remember what I said but it seemed to convey a sense of urgency and irritation which made him immediately call me back once he checked the messages.
Later I went to the bike store where I originally bought my current, crippled bicycle. The skies over the mountains were really dark, hiding the mountains. There was lots of lightning especially around what I call the fake Pikes Peak. Don't think it rained and rain would be really helpful for the area. It's not that dry but southern Colorado tends to be dry as a rule. raddidge isn't much for precipitation because it hurts shai-hulud.
When I got to the store, everyone was in a back room and didn't hear me enter the joint. I looked around, no cameras, and realized I could pocket a bunch of really neat shit. Reckon in my old age the temptation to shoplift has waned with the passing years.
At the store I learned there has to be some measuring done to ensure I get the right headset. Zero stack headsets aren't standardized which makes fitting them a bit difficult. When I get the chance, I'll take my bike down so they can use their calipers. I want my bike to be fixed before the end of July and I want to do most of it by myself.
Finally I decided against having my tire fixed and went home to play Baldur's Gate.
While I waited for the car to get finished on Saturday, I played NetHack on my laptop. Ilsa the valkyrie did quite well but ended up getting surrounded very late in the game and adding to the unstoppable NetHack death toll.
I was attending a party at someone's house. They were sitting by themselves at a corner table. My grandpa was wearing a really bad toupee that screamed the sixties. Not the hippie sixties but the stodgy people the hippies were rebelling against until they grew up and decided voting for George W. Bush was a valid and informed choice. The fact that my grandma was present was a shock.
Grandma outlived my grandpa but she had dementia. She was gone about five to ten years before she finally passed away. I was afraid to approach her or talk to her fearing she would be out of it in the afterlife or my dream. Surprise, she was completely coherent. She looked a little younger but was extremely pale. When she laughed, she had her little laugh where her eyes would close and her shoulders would go up and down. Grandpa seemed more interested in eating than talking with me.
