MISC.

this is my part of an email i sent to a coworker today. just a little tidbit of my life when i was young:
my grandmother remarried a man who happened to be very wealthy.
but, alas, that marriage didnt work out either.
grandma did get a nice settlement out of it.
my mother didnt think harry was such a bad man. she felt grandma was partly to blame for the marriage not working out, but i cant recall why now.
my grandma said he was very mean and didnt want any of her family there.
and my mother worked and was herself divorced, so she needed grandma to watch me on a regular basis.
my grandma used to try to hide the fact that i was there.
once, i broke a doorstop. my frantic grandma put it back together as best she could.
harry apparently noticed (and i guess assumed i broke it) cause when he arrived home from work he pu the stopper and thru it on the floor, and of course it broke again.
one time, (and this story terrorizes me, altho i have no memory of it) my mom was running late from work.
in order to avoid harry seeing me, my grandmother (who lived on kings highway in bklyn-a four lane road with lights) placed me in one of the islands (cause that was where my mom would see me, and strongly told me not to move (thats how she relayed that story to me). well, thank goodness i didnt. (i even took orders well then) my mother did see me, than goodness. i believe i was three or four.
grandma and i once did run into harry at Brighton beach. (years after their divorce) and she had me approach him and ask him if he wanted to speak with her. he said no.

my grandfather also remarried. she was a younger woman, but was a little weird and didnt take such good care of herself. (my grandmother did.) they remained married till my grandfather died. however, about two years before, he moved in with my parents and me cause he and his wife were having problems. (i cant even remember her name.)
and now that i think of it, my grandfathers wife rarely came during the holiday get togethers.
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accomplished some cleaning once again this weekend:
3 or four washes
2 or 3 sets of dishes in the dishwasher
earlier this week i set up that thing that you put in the toilet bowl to keep it clean. problem is, with the way my bowl is shaped, the water doesnt touch the thingy that much. (i hate cleaning toilet bowls. i guess everyone does, but not everyone avoids it as well as i.)

DH got ill 2am on sunday. he had severe constipation. he was really, really uncomfortable. well, i did the good wifely thing and ran out (2 in the morning, remember?) , went to an all nite pharmacy and pu medicine to help him. as it happens, when i returned, which was prob all of 20 minutes later, he had a BM and felt much better. but his dear wife looked good. i dont mean physically (cause i dont look good that way any more). i mean i did a good thing and i think he thinks (and complains to his therapist) that i dont do much. so thank goodness, i had the opportunity to do something. (and i did it.)