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terryclothHoney, the replacement family dog since I left, is really friendly. I hugged and petted her and gave her pizza crusts on Friday, so she's been doting on me ever since. You know, pawing at my face, snapping at my hat, licking *everything*...
She woke me up this morning, trying to curl up at my feet while I was sleeping. Only she couldn't get to sleep, and kept moving around to curl up in a slightly different position, before finally giving up. Silly dog.
In the morning, after a few chores, mom took me out to Franklin Park mall, which is now 'Westfield Shoppingtown' -- just like Southcenter, back in Tukwila. They're really cleaning the place up, and it's expanding and everything, but a lot of the old stores are gone, and the new life it's showing is being sucked out of the other malls in town -- Northtown closed, Southwick is on life suppor, and Westgate is going to be torn down to make room for a Costco.
It's hard to be too sad for malls, though. Especially strip malls like Westgate. And the only *real* attraction at Southwick was the wonderfully creepy old arcade set up in what were supposed to be the service tunnels, which shut down when I was in high school.
After that we took Honey on a walk around the hospital and through Ottawa park. Toledo Hospital is sending out pseudopods of landscaping and construction, as it struggles to compete with St. Vincent in the all important 'number of pedestrian bridges over major streets' statistic.
But the entertainment for the evening was to go see 'Dad and Jean', my only remaining grandparent and his wife. They were both looking MUCH older than the last time I saw them... and supposedly, most of it's come in the last year. Walt hurt his leg in the shower, and now he can't exercise, so he's gaining a lot of weight and his health is suffering -- I'm worried it's a death spiral. Jean... made us apricot jello with mayonnaise and cheddar cheese topping. Apparently, I was the only one who thought that might be a sign of senility -- I guess it's just an acquired taste instead.
We spent the time chatting and watching TV. Jean watches Fox news continuously, which meant coverage of the hurricane that, supposedly, is going to flatten most of New Orleans and drown the rest under 35 feet of water. Walt watches sports TV -- specifically, golf. Eventually, the golf game ended and everyone got sick of hurricane coverage, so they gave me the remote, and I put on the scifi channel, cartoon network, and CBC. Everyone thought Dr. Who was amusing, and the scifi movie about the killer crocodile that was afraid of water was... really really cheesy.
It took two hours from the point when everyone said they had to leave until Jean let us out the door. That's about average for her.
She woke me up this morning, trying to curl up at my feet while I was sleeping. Only she couldn't get to sleep, and kept moving around to curl up in a slightly different position, before finally giving up. Silly dog.
In the morning, after a few chores, mom took me out to Franklin Park mall, which is now 'Westfield Shoppingtown' -- just like Southcenter, back in Tukwila. They're really cleaning the place up, and it's expanding and everything, but a lot of the old stores are gone, and the new life it's showing is being sucked out of the other malls in town -- Northtown closed, Southwick is on life suppor, and Westgate is going to be torn down to make room for a Costco.
It's hard to be too sad for malls, though. Especially strip malls like Westgate. And the only *real* attraction at Southwick was the wonderfully creepy old arcade set up in what were supposed to be the service tunnels, which shut down when I was in high school.
After that we took Honey on a walk around the hospital and through Ottawa park. Toledo Hospital is sending out pseudopods of landscaping and construction, as it struggles to compete with St. Vincent in the all important 'number of pedestrian bridges over major streets' statistic.
But the entertainment for the evening was to go see 'Dad and Jean', my only remaining grandparent and his wife. They were both looking MUCH older than the last time I saw them... and supposedly, most of it's come in the last year. Walt hurt his leg in the shower, and now he can't exercise, so he's gaining a lot of weight and his health is suffering -- I'm worried it's a death spiral. Jean... made us apricot jello with mayonnaise and cheddar cheese topping. Apparently, I was the only one who thought that might be a sign of senility -- I guess it's just an acquired taste instead.
We spent the time chatting and watching TV. Jean watches Fox news continuously, which meant coverage of the hurricane that, supposedly, is going to flatten most of New Orleans and drown the rest under 35 feet of water. Walt watches sports TV -- specifically, golf. Eventually, the golf game ended and everyone got sick of hurricane coverage, so they gave me the remote, and I put on the scifi channel, cartoon network, and CBC. Everyone thought Dr. Who was amusing, and the scifi movie about the killer crocodile that was afraid of water was... really really cheesy.
It took two hours from the point when everyone said they had to leave until Jean let us out the door. That's about average for her.
