My grandfather called tonight. My parents are out of town, and he needed to chat, so I got the honors. (I know. I truly am grateful to have grandparents who can still call me. Its' just...)
He asked when I would be home next and what time I went to bed and told me all about his sore arm and my grandmother's "puniness." Then the conversation went where it always goes: my cousin A. I think I've sufficiently complained about my cousin A. and my grandparents' obvious favoritism toward her. (I'm pretty sure the other residents at The Ridge think I'm disabled. So inferior I am to A.) Here's the latest: A. got a keyboard. Have I told you this already? It's possible. I've heard it at least six times.
You see, A. wasn't feeling well. She went to the doctor, who told her she might be depressed. You know, because "It's hard to finish school and go into the work world." I agree that it is hard---when you're twenty-two. I hated leaving that sorority dorm and instead getting up for work in the morning all alone. Sucked. However, A. has experience in this matter. She has three Bachelor's degrees. She just never works. The thought just came to me that she really should have gotten a PhD in one area so she can teach. So suited to the life of academia she is that she can't function outside the university walls. Silly A. Next time she goes back to get another degree, I'll mention this idea.
My grandfather often mentions how glad he is that A. has a husband to take care of her. Me, too! If not, he'd be doing it. He already bought the damn keyboard, because, apparently, it's a good treatment for depression. Whatever. I don't want him using his fixed income to take care of a girl who's fully able to get up and work. If she's that depressed, she needs to apply for disability. Ooh, I'm pulling that one out next time he brags about her.
No comments:
Post a Comment