So to wrap up the saga started over six months ago, I got kicked out of my nice apartment by a lunatic roommate, bummed around crashing on couches and cheap motels for a month or so, and eventually moved into a shiny new apartment. Well, replace the words "shiny" and "new" with "shitty" and "old", but you get the idea.
Not to say that I live in some slum... I actually like my current apartment a lot. It is overflowing with character, the bills aren't too high, and the location is great. I miss having a dishwasher and central air, but the joy of not having to wear pants unless I'm going somewhere outweighs having to wash my own dishes and Soviet era boxes of cold in my windows.
I never did find out what happened to make my old roommate go bananas on me, and I've resigned myself to never knowing. It will be one of life's little mysteries, like why is the sky blue, and what is the big deal about the Avett Brothers.
-- In other news, I am now a member of the One Grandparent Alive Club. My paternal grandmother passed away a couple of days after Christmas. She was a wonderful lady in life, and I miss her a lot more than I thought I would. She had Alzheimer's and several strokes over the past few years, and has basically been a vegetable since 2005 or so. I hadn't seen her in years, a decision that I thought I might regret when she passed, but I really don't. I remember the kind woman whose cookie jar was never empty, and remarked how much I looked like a "Chinaman" when I was growing my hair out, and wore it in a topknot. You don't usually get to know ahead of time when the last time you will ever see someone is going to be, but my grandmother's condition afforded me that opportunity. I sat beside her bed, held her hand, and told her that I loved her, and I missed her, and I don't know if she understood me or knew who I was, but I have no regrets.
It's funny what gets you though. I went with my parents to the nursing home to get Nana's belongings, and in a box on top of the cart loaded with her stuff was a portrait of my dad and his two brothers as boys that hung in my grandparents' den. I hadn't seen or thought of that picture in I don't know how long, but seeing it again was a gut punch I didn't expect. Oh well, I remember the good times, as well as the bad. But I try to focus more on the good.
-- Oh yeah, one more thing... I quit my job today (yesterday). I had an interview with another hotel Friday morning, and they called me Monday afternoon with a job offer. It's a lateral move pay-wise, but I'll be working 10 hour shifts instead of 8, which means 3 days off a week, as well as regular pay raises and advancement opportunities. My current hotel has been great (for the most part) despite all the bitching I've done here and elsewhere. I will miss all my coworkers a lot, but felt like I needed this change. With my luck I'll hate it and be back here by March. We'll see.
Anyhow, I guess that'll do it for tonight. I have no idea if and when I'll be updating the ole Blaaaahhhhg again, but stay tuned, folks.