–This weekend lost our Grandma Juani, beloved by all who knew her. Grandma Juani was the sun whose love fixed the family in orbit. I have so many wonderful memories, and thankfully, Isobel does too. For Elias and those that follow, she will be a legend. She touched many, many lives through her tireless work as a missionary and by helping hundreds, if not thousands, of people gain citizenship at a price they could afford. She welcomed this strange Gringa into her family with open arms and without hesitation. She will be remembered for her utmost generosity, her bright smile and warm laugh, and her compassion and willingness to do anything to help her family. She gave love to many, and was loved by many in return.
–My BFF Stef and I both follow a local thrift store on Instagram and alert each other if something of note becomes available. Recently Stef spotted an amazingly perfect vintage couch that fit the bill of our family’s needs entirely. Fellow Spoonies know the immense importance of a couch: sometimes it’s where you live your whole life. As soon as I saw the beautifully flowered monstrosity, it was love at first sight. I swiped right. Stefanie is a couch matchmaker! I passed the phone to Anthony and he said, “I am ready to go get it right now.” We had some goods to trade so within an hour we had had a brand new couch and a matching love seat that we put in the library to function as a family reading couch. It looks amazing next to our matcha green walls. Luckily I had borrowed my Dad’s truck to help a friend so we were able to swoop in and get it before anyone else. The old couch is still in the truck (our trip to the dump derailed by news of Grandma Juani’s passing) and I’m a little disappointed our meth neighbors haven’t stolen it to sell on the black market.
–After seeing multiple signs in my neighborhood advertising a HUGE HUGE HUGE Yard Sale I followed the yellow paved road lines to a house that featured two small piles of junk on a lawn and three dilapidated leaf blowers in the driveway. I didn’t bother to get out, but my neighbor did, and she said none of the leaf blowers worked. They were asking $20 apiece. I firmly believe Craigslist killed the yard sale, and not because advertising there means all the good stuff is gone. I’m awake and out and about very early on Friday mornings and this is not the case. With the advent of Craigslist and other ways to sell your stuff locally online, no one bothers to save anything good for the yard sale. Why put your stroller on your lawn with a tag for $40 when you know it might not sell or someone will come along and haggle you down to ten, especially since you’ve been sitting on your lawn all day and just want to be rid of the damn thing? It’s easier to list it on CL or similar and wait for the buyer willing to pay your asking price while you go about your daily business. The only thing left in yard sales, it seems, are things that people don’t want to take the time to list or are frankly, too embarrassed to try and sell online. I’m speaking in broad terms, and I’ve gone to a couple of interesting yard sales in the last year, but to drive around on a Friday or Saturday morning to hunt for sales is a depressing sport. Nine of out of ten will be an utter waste of gas and daylight. Estate sales are still going strong, and are the safest bet of all.
–Isobel went almost the whole day on Monday thinking it was Labrador Day.
–I set aside a day last week to take care of some lab work I needed to get done before my next doctor appointment. One was a fasting lab, which meant I couldn’t eat or drink anything (other than water) before getting my blood drawn. When I told Isobel about this she said, “Oh no, Mama! What will you do?! YOU HAVE TO HAVE YOUR COFFEE!!!!” They drew nine vials of blood and although I had a snack I had to head over to Modesto for the next series of tests. I went to a giant medical complex and, unsure of where to go to next, I got in the first receptionist line I found. The woman ahead of me immediately turned around and started telling me all about her boobs and sinus problems. Still feeling faint from the blood draw, I whipped out my phone to show her I wasn’t interested but that didn’t deter her in the slightest. She actually grabbed her boob and began miming the mammogram procedure she was about to have. We reached the receptionist at about the same time and because she wouldn’t quit talking to me, the receptionist asked if we were together. NO NO NO GOD NO. We both had to head to X-Ray, which was on the second floor, and she followed me to the elevator where she proceeded to describe her mucus to me. I was already feeling light headed from the blood draw. It was only one floor but it was the longest elevator ride of my life. It was only later, after a full meal and a cup of coffee that I thought perhaps I should have interrupted her and said, “Sorry about your boob sinuses. I am dying out the butt.”
— Anthony, from the kitchen: “Elias is pointing to the butter and saying ‘Mama’.”
Snapshot 08.31.16. Screaming and crying your way through life.
GPOY. I extra love this guy because he looks and, especially, sounds, just like my old therapist, whom I adore.
Bootleg Bowser. I’m sleepy for some reason.
The best “Back to School” picture I’ve seen so far today. Or maybe ever.
It’s a roller coaster of emotions. This made my day.
“When I did a chest exam, I was not expecting to find a heart… and I didn’t!” Brent Spiner as Trump’s doctor.
This song will change your life! Best use of autotune.
My grandparents have been married for 52 years and they match outfits every day. This is the sweetest.
Colin Kaepernick’s national anthem protest is fundamentally American. Colin Kaepernick is from my home town and has personally been a dick to some of my friends, and I support his right to protest.
Thrifted Home: Isobel’s Big Girl Room. Everyone needs a room of one’s own.