It's been raining, I feel like walking to Anna's.
I've been here since last morning, I'll be going home tomorrow morning.
It's been interesting.
I came here because gramps called my Mum and said that he'd like to talk to me/he's lonely.
Well, can't say no to that, can I?
So, they picked me up on their way back from the house in Lexington.
The house had flooded due to pipes that burst, but you don't care about that.
Regardless, we got here and got to work.
We cooked pasta and sauce, it was too salty.
We ate it anyways, brown people don't waste, otherwise we feel bad about those kids in those commercials with the flies buzzing around them.
Only because we look like them, minus the flies.
Ha. Ha.
Then came the talk.
Papi had pretty good words of advice, as well as scandalous stories.
Well, not really scandalous-- but err thing's relative.
He told me about how he once took my grandmother to an x-rated movie to tell her that it gets worse.
...there are triple x-rated movies.
Apparently my grandma ended up crying and they left like 10 minutes in.
Hahaha.
Anyways, I guess I'm coming over most weekends now, he wants company.
Well, that somehow connected to the overall moral which was that he wants his son, my father, to do a better job as a father and to not have the strained relationships that my gramps has with some of his kids.
Yeah. I promised I'd work on it.
He also asked me to start praying again-- that's not happening.
Hey, he doesn't have to know that...
Ambiguity is so in these days.
After the talk and tea-time, I went out.
It was nice.
I didn't say when I was coming back and I guess g-pa got a little worried.
I was under the impression he was angry, but he made me pancakes in the morning and talked about how I should've woken up before noon.
"If you started your day earlier, we could have gone to the movies, now I'm too tired."
Yeah, so we watched the Indian channel the rest of the day.
HE KNOWS ALL THE GOSSIP.
I just couldn't comprehend it.
He knew everything about everybody, who IS this old man?
He just commented about every face that flashed on the screen.
Who was married to who, which ones were bangla, the number of divorces and kids...
Most of the broadcasting was like an Indian version of American Idol.
After a day of watching it, I think I have most of the contestants and their backstories down.
I feel pretty good about myself right now, yeah...
He went up to sleep around 9 because I kept him up waiting last night.
He didn't let that bit go.
I watched Mr. Holland's Opus.
Chock full o' cliches.
I think I'll go to sleep soon.
Gotta wake up at 8 to get picked up tomorrow.
I'll get a quesadilla then.
Gross, I know.
Tomorrow, I'm heading into Reveeeeuh.
To the movies with other cousins.
I have philosophy papers to do!
Too many family members to make happy.
So legit...
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