We spent another day at the apartment working today. I had not bought a mop and yesterday Addie opened a squeeze pop thing of juice, spilled a tiny bit but it doesn’t take much of something that sticky to make a mess, tracked it all over the kitchen and didn’t say anything. I don’t think she even noticed that she spilled it but today we talked about sitting down and opening things over the countertop or the table. So, this morning I went and bought a mop. There was an auction and Chad wanted me to go to see if there was any furniture I wanted. I went but there wasn’t anything I wanted. I’m not in much of a buying mood. I just want to get things in the apartment put away and have everything ready to feel like home because the next time I come, Vince ma be with me.
As we were getting ready to leave, I asked Addie to pick up all her toys. She was dilly dallying and not picking things up and wanted me to help her. I told her . . no, I have things of my own to get done. Then she said “Granny, YOU bought me all this stuff so really, YOU should be helping me pick it up!” What? I explained that with that kind of reasoning, I could also take all the stuff and give it to some other little girl. She didn’t like that side of the equation.
This afternoon I decided to take a nap. No covers but I had a lap quilt that I keep in the car so I got that, rolled my jacket up for a pillow and just as I fell asleep, the fire department got a call. I could toss a baseball and hit the fire station (I wouldn’t!) but that’s how close we are to the fire station and when they fire up three or four sirens at once, even the sound sleeper that I am cannot sleep through that.
I’m thinking . . a couple of fire calls in the middle of the night when Vince is here and he may be a whole lot more agreeable about buying a house. Nicole said they actually got used to it and slept through it after a while but since over half the time, I’ll be sleeping at home, where we don’t hear a sound . . I don’t see me getting used to being jarred out of bed by sirens. And, did I mention that the police station is closer than the fire station but so far, the police haven’t left the station with their sirens blaring . . they’re always out working.
I’m not complaining about the fire or police . . they make me feel safe being so close.