Just another day

It's been a few days. My grandmother has left for 2 weeks to stay with my aunt. Can I get amen and hallelujah? 2 weeks of peace. Relative peace. (pun intended) I do still have my mother to deal with. But at least I don't have to bathe her and make sure she is wearing her diaper.

Yesterday I met Julia at a Greek take-away place for lunch. She brought The Kid. I sort of have this overall disdain for people with children. I don't like being around them and I find their lives to be rather boring. Unless of course they are rich enough to have a nanny. But otherwise, they cannot do anything without bringing The Kid. And then of course you cannot have any form of a decent conversation with them because The Kid will always interrupt in one way or another. Sometimes I wonder if I will regret not having children. But. Naaaahhhhh.

Today I take Bijoux to the vet to have her stitches removed. She was supposed to be "inactive" for the past 3 weeks. Yeah right. She is 8 months old. Other than putting her in a cage 24/7 (which I could not bear to do), how do you keep her down with all that energy? I can only hope that everything has healed properly.

Last night I went to the COA meeting regarding the $500 assessment they are putting on everybody for water damage repairs. The board member who was conducting the meeting went into a 10 minute profanity-laden rampage when someone questioned his professionalism for putting up a public notice that called residents "inconsiderate pigs". He must have said "shit" at least 10 times. As in the picking up of other people's. About 7 people got up and walked out. I thought about it, but I wanted to see what was going to be done about the assessment. Of course nothing. Everyone is expected to pay. But what if we don't? My savings is marked for a dive trip to Honduras. Not to pay for the mismanagement of money that someone else was in charge of.

Last night I had a dream that Delta gave me my job back. After all this time. Both of my old supervisors were there to "re-hire" me. One of them though, had turned into a Buddhist monk or something. He had taken all the furniture out of his office and the walls were painted orange with yellow curtains hanging all over. And big cushions on the floor. And he was dressed as what appeared to be a monk. OK. My other supervisor was giving me a tour of the building, showing me all the things that had changed. She was not happy about me being back, but somehow we ended up going out to lunch together. I wasn't really happy about being back there either. I don't think I would go back now if they offered to double my salary.