Part 2

I get back to Daddy's house (two houses away) to find his car in the driveway, but no sign of human life. I make lunch and sit down in front of an antenna-only TV. Court shows galore. Someone kill me.

Obviously I fell asleep.

I wake up and still haven't seen anyone. I go in their bedroom to find them both asleep. Whatever, I'm leaving. They knew I was going to come down.

I decide I'll hit up a few stores on my way back to Hickory. I hadn't heard from the girls, so I figured our late lunch/dinner plans were off.

But first I have to say bye to Granny.

She's been waiting for me. See, she was afraid to use her little porta-potty she keeps in front of the living room TV without sturdy support nearby (read: not her hired nurse, but me).

I'm sure there are lots of people in this world cut out for this kind of thing. I am not one of them. And if I ever get to the point that I need that sort of assistance, someone pull the plug. I'm being completely serious.

Back to my visit. So I had to assist Granny in ways I will not go into much detail on due to their graphic nature. Just know in my last two visits, this has been my lasting memory. Granddaddy is still at the oncologist (isn't that what cancer doctors are called?), so I don't get to say goodbye to him.

I hit up stores. Nothing like a little retail therapy to cure your ails. Especially when you hit up two craft stores. There's also nothing like a gargantuan overtime check to make it even sweeter.