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[hopefulnebula]

OK, so my dad grilled some steak for dinner. As it's Sunday, my grandma came over for dinner too. Today isn't a good day for her, mentally... it's actually painful to talk to her now, just because she is so "out of it." And now even if Dad were *willing* to accept it and do anything about it, he can't because his out-of-state sister--who just happens to be a greedy, egotistical bitch--has power of attourney. But that's a tangent.

Anyway, something on the grill burned off of the grill, filling the house with the worst stench ever--smells like burnt seafood. I was hungry before then. Now I'm just hoping the wind doesn't pick up again. Seafood--even the smell of it--is enough to make me ill.

At least Dad's been good. Kind (well, as kind as he gets), admits when he's made a mistake, patient. He even was the first person to notice that I wasn't feeling well, and given how much of a mother hen my mother is, that's saying a lot.

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[chalybeous.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean about your grandmother. Mine is self-sufficient, but since her sons see fit to neglect her and her husband died 15 years ago, she's been declining somewhat and her faculties aren't so sharp - to the point where my mum invites her round for dinner and we have the same conversation four times an hour, she still thinks I'm 14, and she's incapable of holding facts in her short- or long-term memory (like the current cat population in the house). So it can be very painful to talk to her, too.