Grandma's been staying over for a while, and she has this thing she does when she wakes up every morning that just plain baffles me. She gets up, makes herself a mug of tea, and sits in complete darkness for an hour or so until some oven ping goes off at the back of her head and she decides to get up, open the shutters and go about her day. She doesn't doze off, she doesn't try to start conversations (now we know where I got that from), she just kind of sits there...in complete peace. No Buddhist mantras or Hinduist chants help her get there.
Being me, I've developed the habit of joining her on that morning routine, or at least trying to. I sit there and I watch her for a while, then I try to get to that place she's in, fail, and unfailingly jump into one my glowing portals. What is it about old age that makes you fall asleep so fast, bounce back so easily and become a levitating guru? I join her anyway, because wherever she goes off every morning backfires some relaxing vibes my way. It must be nice over there. So hard to get a damn ticket tho.
Finally caught up on Louie. I love that show. I relate to Louie in more ways than I should relate to a 47-year-old single dad who lives in Manhattan. It would take all day to list why I see eye to eye with Louie, but perhaps the most defining factor is being the only disillusioned human being within a fifty mile radius at all times, and leveraging your blood pressure levels against your sanity. This season is lightweight compared to the old seasons though, but I guess they're going somewhere with that. Try as I might, I can't see Louie giving in to ratings.
I miss board games. A lot of human interaction went into this, a lot more than human conversation as it prevails today. I wonder where people buy them these days; I've been out of the loop since I was yay high. Dad and I used to have chess games that lasted for days at a time. He always beat me at Battleship though.
It's finals week and I need to get some sleep. Rory, out.
Being me, I've developed the habit of joining her on that morning routine, or at least trying to. I sit there and I watch her for a while, then I try to get to that place she's in, fail, and unfailingly jump into one my glowing portals. What is it about old age that makes you fall asleep so fast, bounce back so easily and become a levitating guru? I join her anyway, because wherever she goes off every morning backfires some relaxing vibes my way. It must be nice over there. So hard to get a damn ticket tho.
We watch cartoon after so it's great.
We've been doing all kinds of stuff together, giving her a tour around my world. She doesn't like it very much. She likes most of the content but finds the people two-dimensional; like they've been splinched in two and lost track of the rest of themselves. I also introduced her to Nicki Minaj because I was bored and it was elders react: level purge. My god, I thought, grandma's hitler. Such a nice Hitler tho, nicest one I ever met.
Finally caught up on Louie. I love that show. I relate to Louie in more ways than I should relate to a 47-year-old single dad who lives in Manhattan. It would take all day to list why I see eye to eye with Louie, but perhaps the most defining factor is being the only disillusioned human being within a fifty mile radius at all times, and leveraging your blood pressure levels against your sanity. This season is lightweight compared to the old seasons though, but I guess they're going somewhere with that. Try as I might, I can't see Louie giving in to ratings.
I miss board games. A lot of human interaction went into this, a lot more than human conversation as it prevails today. I wonder where people buy them these days; I've been out of the loop since I was yay high. Dad and I used to have chess games that lasted for days at a time. He always beat me at Battleship though.
It's finals week and I need to get some sleep. Rory, out.
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