I lumped a few vacation days together again for a few reasons. First, I traveled to parents’ for a visit, something I affectionately refer to as the asylum. It was like ground hog day every day, and each day was always the same, my dad shaking his head, me wondering why and my cranky mom complaining about everything.
Here is the previous adventure of days 7-8
I went from the Arctic cold to further southwest Florida, otherwise known as Del Boca Vista. It is true what they say about older retirement places. These five days have been more of the same, day in and day out.
I’m actually leaving a bit sooner than planned. I think I’m having some kind of allergic reaction to the cat, and when I’m in the house it feels like my nose is packed with sand. I can’t breathe and I cough constantly. Sleeping, or the nonexistence of sleep, is difficult. I spend most of my day outside in the heat just so I can breathe.
However, as most old people and technology have their constant struggle, I was immediately put to work helping the neighbor with her Amazon account so she can buy whatever they buy here. My guess is toilet paper by the ton. I’ll get back to that.
On my next adventure, my mom had me rearrange the flower pots in the front, the same pots I arranged during my last visit.
Next, I had to put the pots in the garage, the unused pots, then move them to the backyard, and then 20 minutes later she put them in the car because my dad and I would bring them to a place that sells them and donates the money to a pet shelter. they were junk.
When we got home, I was told the garbage had to be put out to be picked up. I did not do it fast enough for Mom. Apparently, it has to be on the curb 24 hours in advance. No rule other than her rule. Stalin would be so proud.
The next day was back to the donation center with more stuff, aka junk. We dropped that off and were told to get soap, which I had put in the cart at Publix when buying groceries the day before. But I should know better. It is too expensive there, and we would buy soap at the dollar store.
Thirty minutes of crazy to save 50 cents.
After we dropped off the junk, it was over to Sam’s Club to buy toilet paper. See, I told you I would come back to it. Again, we could not buy it at the grocery store, which is 1.2 miles from the house, a place I had already been (see the soap issue) so we drove 20 minutes in the opposite direction to buy the 48-pack.
Old folks drop quite a few deuces, I guess.
We then had a fun technical task. As you know, I’m also tech support, and this time it was adding the fingerprint ID to the iPad. This took far too long because apparently the entire process of putting your finger on the button and removing your finger several times is much more complicated when you have a copious amount of impatience like my mom who oddly knows everything.
It has been an interesting few days.
My dad watches Fox News all day in one room. My mom watches 50-year-old crime dramas, Mannix, Cannon, and Barnaby Jones, in the other. Meanwhile, they wander around looking for me, asking if I want food, while I have nothing to do but sit outside in the heat trying to breathe through these allergies.
Maybe leaving a little early isn’t such a bad idea.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
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I lumped a few vacation days together again for a few reasons. First, I traveled to parents’ for a visit, something I affectionately refer to as the asylum. It was like ground hog day every day, and each day was always the same, my dad shaking his head, me wondering why and my cranky mom complaining about everything.
Here is the previous adventure of days 7-8
I went from the Arctic cold to further southwest Florida, otherwise known as Del Boca Vista. It is true what they say about older retirement places. These five days have been more of the same, day in and day out.
I’m actually leaving a bit sooner than planned. I think I’m having some kind of allergic reaction to the cat, and when I’m in the house it feels like my nose is packed with sand. I can’t breathe and I cough constantly. Sleeping, or the nonexistence of sleep, is difficult. I spend most of my day outside in the heat just so I can breathe.
However, as most old people and technology have their constant struggle, I was immediately put to work helping the neighbor with her Amazon account so she can buy whatever they buy here. My guess is toilet paper by the ton. I’ll get back to that.
On my next adventure, my mom had me rearrange the flower pots in the front, the same pots I arranged during my last visit.
Next, I had to put the pots in the garage, the unused pots, then move them to the backyard, and then 20 minutes later she put them in the car because my dad and I would bring them to a place that sells them and donates the money to a pet shelter. they were junk.
When we got home, I was told the garbage had to be put out to be picked up. I did not do it fast enough for Mom. Apparently, it has to be on the curb 24 hours in advance. No rule other than her rule. Stalin would be so proud.
The next day was back to the donation center with more stuff, aka junk. We dropped that off and were told to get soap, which I had put in the cart at Publix when buying groceries the day before. But I should know better. It is too expensive there, and we would buy soap at the dollar store.
Thirty minutes of crazy to save 50 cents.
After we dropped off the junk, it was over to Sam’s Club to buy toilet paper. See, I told you I would come back to it. Again, we could not buy it at the grocery store, which is 1.2 miles from the house, a place I had already been (see the soap issue) so we drove 20 minutes in the opposite direction to buy the 48-pack.
Old folks drop quite a few deuces, I guess.
We then had a fun technical task. As you know, I’m also tech support, and this time it was adding the fingerprint ID to the iPad. This took far too long because apparently the entire process of putting your finger on the button and removing your finger several times is much more complicated when you have a copious amount of impatience like my mom who oddly knows everything.
It has been an interesting few days.
My dad watches Fox News all day in one room. My mom watches 50-year-old crime dramas, Mannix, Cannon, and Barnaby Jones, in the other. Meanwhile, they wander around looking for me, asking if I want food, while I have nothing to do but sit outside in the heat trying to breathe through these allergies.
Maybe leaving a little early isn’t such a bad idea.
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
Thanks for reading BeingKevin.
In a world built on scrolling past everything in seconds, I genuinely appreciate you stopping here for a moment. If the post gave you something to think about, made you laugh, or even made you disagree, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. A quick rating helps, too, and goes a long way toward supporting the site. And if you’d like to help keep BeingKevin going, a small tip is always appreciated — never expected, but deeply valued. Thanks again for being here
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