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The house is coming along smoothly. Still just a few things to do. There is a dead bird in my fridge, hopefully thawing out. I'm definitely kicking serious ass today. I'm taking very short breaks every once in a while, like now.
None of my family wanted to come to our house this year, they are all going to stay home except for my mom and sister. Not that many of them are very pleasant to be around, but I thought that they might want to spend Thanksgiving with their mom (my grandmother). I mean how many more Thanksgivings are we going to be able to do that? Who knows. Hopefully many many more, but why not spend as much time with her as possible? The only people who come to see her are my mom and my aunt Christy. Everyone else acts as if she's already dead. They all live really close, too. There's no excuse for this. SHE'S NOT DEAD!! When they do see her in person, they talk to her like she's an idiot and talk about her like she has none of her senses. If they spent time with her, they would see that she is of perfectly sound mind.
The G-ma (that's her gangsta name) used to cook a huge lunch every Sunday after church and everyone in the family would come over here, eat, hang out, chat... I think the farthest any of them live from us is about a seven minute drive, yet there are very few visits.
She has two daughters and two sons. We have it set up to where each one of them has a Sunday every month to do lunch. If there's a fifth Sunday, it's supposed to be everyone, like a pot-luck. That, in the five years that I've been taking care of her, has never happened. Not once. It's my job to take the G-ma to their house, if they don't cancel, which is often the case. If they don't cancel, I put her and Zephyr in the car and drive them over to whoever's house, park in the street, throw my back out trying to get the G-ma and her walker over the curb, down the sidewalk, up the driveway, squeeze between the aunt/uncle's cars, into the house and to a comfy chair. All while corralling Zephyr while I'm at it. The G-ma, after 5 strokes, has to bust her ass to see her kids once a month. When we get home from all of this, she is exhausted.
On top of all that, they are supposed to be paying me (a very meager) salary every month. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don't. It's all according to their whim, or whether or not it even occurs to them to pay me. I quit two jobs to do this, which meant a serious pay-cut. I would totally do this for free, of course. The G-ma took care of me a lot growing up. She did so much for me. I would do this for free for the rest of my life if I could. But really, I can't. I have bills. I have a 4-yr-old.
None of that is of any concern to my family though. It doesn't interrupt their lives, so to them, everything is just dandy.
The fact that I haven't had a single day off in this five years is a non-issue to them.
I'd like to see them do what I do. They'd break after a week.
But I guess that's why I am a ninja.
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