There was a weekend?
Jun. 15th, 2015 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
indigo_rose99We went back to New Mexico this past weekend. Drove up Friday, returned Sunday. Ugh. Turns out it is a 11.5 hour trip each way if we stop for bathrooms and gas. I am so stiff I practically hear creaking every time I try to move.
Brother G is still alive. Moving well. He walks, he takes care of himself. His conversation is intelligent and almost as annoying as ever. I am realizing that he cannot resist puns. About everything. So all that is good. The fact that he looks like he came out of a Polish death camp is... Well, those pictures were in black and white, so the fact that he looks a bit better than the survivors could strictly be a color thing. *sigh* I am once again resisting the urge to take pictures of him. I suspect that this is not how he wants to be remembered.
We met the girlfriend. Very nice. That was the high point of our weekend.
I went through the bottom kitchen cabinets (designed as black holes -- it took a flashlight and a back scratcher to get many of the items out of the corners). Everything in there was sticky, often covered in gunk, and most of it G had no idea was there. I found THREE blender pitchers. Not counting the new one sitting on top of his counter since our list visit! I never did find any of the old blender engine bases. We matched up alll of the tupperware with lids and discovered that more than half the lids had nothing to go with them. To T's (and G's? Maybe this is a guy thing.) bewilderment, I insisted on WASHING all of the matched-with-lids tupperware before putting them back in the scrubbed down cabinet. The girlfriend looked relieved when she came home, but T is still bewildered. I don't understand why you would want to put keep a food storage object... but keep it in such a condition that it would never be used. The girlfriend and I did a brief frig review and there were several instances of food that would have been much more conveniently stored in plasticware... if it had been possible to access and find the lids and been clean. So perhaps that will be useful. Even if it is just useful to her...
T and I are agreed: My brother is a hoarder. Shoes. The man has an INSANE number of shoes! He has a LOT more shoes than I do! We got into a conversation about birkenstocks (I was wearing a favorite pair) and he pointed out a new pair that he wants to buy. During the conversation, he was wearing a pair, and had 3 visible pairs by the door. And I know that is not even a tiny tiny sample of his ENORMOUS collection of birkenstocks! Not to mention the other shoes!
Brother G is still alive. Moving well. He walks, he takes care of himself. His conversation is intelligent and almost as annoying as ever. I am realizing that he cannot resist puns. About everything. So all that is good. The fact that he looks like he came out of a Polish death camp is... Well, those pictures were in black and white, so the fact that he looks a bit better than the survivors could strictly be a color thing. *sigh* I am once again resisting the urge to take pictures of him. I suspect that this is not how he wants to be remembered.
We met the girlfriend. Very nice. That was the high point of our weekend.
I went through the bottom kitchen cabinets (designed as black holes -- it took a flashlight and a back scratcher to get many of the items out of the corners). Everything in there was sticky, often covered in gunk, and most of it G had no idea was there. I found THREE blender pitchers. Not counting the new one sitting on top of his counter since our list visit! I never did find any of the old blender engine bases. We matched up alll of the tupperware with lids and discovered that more than half the lids had nothing to go with them. To T's (and G's? Maybe this is a guy thing.) bewilderment, I insisted on WASHING all of the matched-with-lids tupperware before putting them back in the scrubbed down cabinet. The girlfriend looked relieved when she came home, but T is still bewildered. I don't understand why you would want to put keep a food storage object... but keep it in such a condition that it would never be used. The girlfriend and I did a brief frig review and there were several instances of food that would have been much more conveniently stored in plasticware... if it had been possible to access and find the lids and been clean. So perhaps that will be useful. Even if it is just useful to her...
T and I are agreed: My brother is a hoarder. Shoes. The man has an INSANE number of shoes! He has a LOT more shoes than I do! We got into a conversation about birkenstocks (I was wearing a favorite pair) and he pointed out a new pair that he wants to buy. During the conversation, he was wearing a pair, and had 3 visible pairs by the door. And I know that is not even a tiny tiny sample of his ENORMOUS collection of birkenstocks! Not to mention the other shoes!
