it is 8:30 p.m. in the holy city of zefat, Wednesday night. the grandkids just got picked up by one of their young aunts. I had to pick up my grandson from first grade today. I took a cab because I wasn't exactly sure where the school was. it turns out that it was down the road from the open air market, we refer to as the shuk.
I waited for about 45 minutes in the hot sun. we are in the midst of yet, once again, a heat wave. it is unbearable outside. it is nearly October and we are sweating our bodies off. we stopped at the shuk to buy some bread. I treated my grandson to a frozen drink and a cheap toy.
we schlepped home by bus and got home about a half an hour before we had to pick up the granddaughter. I had disassembled the plastic playhouse from the playroom downstairs and dragged it upstairs. I couldn't figure out how to reassemble it. my grandson did it in minutes.
he didn't want to go back out in the heat to the gan with me. I didn't feel right leaving him alone for so long. he had a meltdown on the way to the gan. on the way back the kids and I took breaks in the shade. a ten minute walk became almost an hour trek. I didn't feel like putting out for another cab.
I have made great strides with the downstairs. I still have to spackle the master bedroom next week. I went to look for curtains but they were all very expensive. I bought a bunch of them in a second hand store years ago. I took down the bedroom curtains, that the kids left behind, and hung them in my dining area. what a pleasure!.
I also threw out the curtains from one of my bedrooms and replaced them with my old dining room curtains. it made a pleasant change, too. I managed to drag out a convertible couch and bed set from the downstairs bomb shelter /bedroom/t.v. room but couldn't get it into the master bedroom by myself. perhaps my son will come over next week and help me. one never knows.
I haven't heard from the kids at all. I only get bits and pieces of information from my grandson. I must get them out of my mindset once and for all. I get treated like the help. I get to see the grandkids, when no one else is around to care for them. I went to the Sephardi clan twice last week to see the kids. the 20 year old aunt treats me like a moran. she doesn't think I'm capable of caring for them at all. perhaps, that is the imput she gets from her sister.
I have no idea at this point if I will see the kids at the holidays. they must be holding another grudge because I left the birthday party early. I made the mistake of telling my son that I wasn't much enjoying myself. so much for honesty.