Wednesday, June 11, 2003
at 7:49 AMA Greasy Black Heel
I get to go play cards with my Pa-Pa early this evening. Playing cards with my grandpa involves me paying more diligence to the game (which is usually either Hearts or Shang-Hai) than not playing cards with my grandpa. He demands undivided attention to the game at hand, ignoring the fact that I do not recall how to give my undivided attention to anything.
But playing cards with Grandpa is fun (so long as he wins eventually). On his face when he isn't winning, he dons a Grinch-y look that instills fear amongst his companions/captives. Then, when he starts winning again, he grins a Grinch-y grin.
Between now and my playdate with Grandpa, I suppose I shall have to rise and take a shower. That requires more effort than I am currently willing to muster; I think I would rather instead play card games on the computer until I feel sufficiently disgusted with my scumminess to go scrub myself clean.
The Father found my reference numbers and sent them to me, finally, so this afternoon Aunt Pam may take me to drop my applications off at their various points of origin. I set the seventeenth as the date by which I would like final word on a job. I need to hurry up and start accumulating money reserves in my piggy bank.
