what a day. i hope every year isn't going to be this way.
so huey left yesterday. i helped him carry his stuff down to his car, gave him a hug, pointed out the big praying mantis that was slowly crawling across his roof, then waved him off as he drove away... for the next half hour i sat upstairs on my bed wondering how long the praying mantis would be able to hold on and kind of feeling sorry for myself.
fortunately, i'm not the kind of person to sit around and mope for long, so i got my ass in gear and started packing. my mom is on a business trip all week so i'm house and granny sitting until friday. dylan and i have temporarily taken up residence in marietta at my mom's house. i think she's having fun and is still trying to figure out whether the two other old dogs that live here are actually dogs or just lumps of hair because they don't seem at all interested in playing with her... this of course confuses her. i'm living out of a suitcase and trying to figure out which couch i can sleep on without throwing my back out.
i got up at 6 am today to get my grandma ready to spend her day at the senior center while i was in class. my sister was scheduled to pick her up by 9 but i had to be in class by 8 so i got her ready as fast as possible, actually managed to get myself ready and hauled ass out the door by 7:30. dylan is still in the middle of her crate training so i spent my three hours of class thinking more about her being in a strange place alone than actually paying attention to my lectures. i finally rush home at 11 to check on her and am delighted to see that she is relaxed and being well behaved.
so before i can even get done congratulating her and rewarding her good behavior the bad voodoo kicks in... i get a call from my sister saying that the senior center my grandmother was at has had to call an ambulance and send her off to the hospital. my sister's going to the emergency room to check what is going on and i still have another stupid class i have to get back to school to attend. now i'm worried and starting to get freaked out and wondering if my calm and collected attitude about everything that has been happening will last me through until the end of the day or if i will completely flip out, lose it, and just find myself a quiet place to cry.
i feel kind of useless... or maybe helpless? at the moment... so i'm wasting time until class writing this... i wish i was at my own home where i know where to find the garbage bags or extra towels instead of being in charge of running this one for the week...
i'm going to do something weird now and take a glass-is-half-full approach... i'll hope that everything will be all right... and that tomorrow will be better... and that i'm perfectly capable of handling this, not matter what...
