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It's been a good couple days for the Hoff family, sports wise.
Yesterday was "Homecoming" at Brown's Corner. Anna's father found the opportunity to say this during the sermon, "Maybe someday I will have grandchildren myself. Hint, Hint." Anna's response: "Awkward."
After the service, there was a pot-luck (or as these silly Hoosiers call it, a "pitch-in"). The thing about these Hoosier pot-lucks is that the church always provides fried chicken. Apparently this is the only main dish allowed at a church gathering in Indiana.
After the pot-luck, a guy played the piano and another guy sang. The guy who played the piano also played a couple songs on the accordion. I have no idea who these guys were. They don't go to the church. I also didn't know any of the songs they sang. In fact, the only thing a recognized was a rendition of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" on the accordion.
I keep burping up my dinner. I hate aftertastes. It doesn't matter how good it tasted the first time. I don't enjoy an encore. Ask Anna how she feels about burping stuff up....
After the entertainment yesterday, we came back here for a short time before I headed off to BW3s to catch the Donkey game. I still insist the Broncos suck. They beat the Bengals and the Browns. Throw in the Lions, and you would have a trifecta of terrible.
Two more weeks of regular season baseball....
A shower is crucial to my existence this evening.
Anyone ever hear of the "It was a dark and stormy night" contest? I'd heard of it before, but it was brought to my attention again last night.
http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/ Go to the website. Check it out for yourself. For those of you too lazy to check it out yourself, the whole contest is simply an attempt to see who can write the worst possible opening line to a hypothetical novel. Look at the litany of past winners for examples. The awesomeness of this is unbelievable. Sadly, the 09 contest is over, but I'm now hard at work on entries for the 2010 deadline.
Scott came over to hang out this afternoon. I have a feeling he was just really bored. We mostly just played Guitar Hero. We did ask him about Daulton, since Daulton seems to think that he spends all sorts of time with Scott. Scott's reaction was essentially, "that kid is crazy." He also said something that backed up something I had felt since Daulton started coming. He said that he had been at the mall once with him, and he would talk to everybody in the place for no reason at all. And he would just keep talking. I had noticed myself that Daulton had no restraint about talking to anybody around the complex about anything. I didn't say anything about it because he does in fact work here now, but it always felt that he was stretching the boundaries of accepted social mores. He starts conversations with all sorts of people that normal people would just leave be.
I asked Daulton how his weekend was and he gave me a fifteen minute, detailed description of every single little thing he did from the moment he left the office Friday to the moment he walked in this morning.
I grilled chicken two ways tonight. I had some chicken thighs, and I seasoned some up Mexican style so that Anna could have tacos. The rest, I quickly marinated in some soy sauce and Dr. Pepper. I'm converting to chicken thighs whenever possible. I am also an amazingly awesome cook.
Anna and I watched the Monday Night Football game tonight. She tied a bandana around Daisy's neck to get her festivised.
Daisy went crazy on Scott.
I decided to take a little nap before the game started. I awoke to Anna shouting at the tv in excitement. I missed Manning throwing a long TD to Clark.
I hate off days in baseball.
Well, since I missed yesterday, today will be another twofer.
Aparment 117: Bonnie (When I moved in, it was Pearl)
Bonnie is probably in her sixties. She is very tiny. She is dying of bone cancer. I'm not sure of her prognosis, but I do know that it isn't good. When I came to work here, Bonnie was moving out of apartment 109. She had moved into 109 just the year before with her sister Judy (108) moving in next door. Bonnie had a daughter (I think, I'm not sure. I do know it was a relative.) who wanted to take her in so she agreed to move out. This didn't last long at all. When Pearl announced she was moving out, Judy quickly came to me and asked if Bonnie could apply to move back in. According to Bonnie, whoever this relative was had lost there job and was being a real pain in the butt. I guess it turned into a bad situation really quickly. So she is now back here. Bonnie is very very sweet. She's very soft spoken and very kind. It makes me incredibly sad that she has cancer.
Apartment 118: Della
Della is another extremely tiny old lady, tinier than most. She might top 90lbs. She is probably in her early seventies and has silver curly hair. I think she was once probably very beautiful. She watched her granddaughter all the time during the summer. Her granddaughter has now just started kindergarten, and I think this makes Della very sad. She is one of the residents that pretty much keeps to herself, but she is very very nice to me. Anna met her the other day and loved her. The placement of her apartment puts her at the end of a wing, far away from my office and right next to the parking lot, so that if she ever comes out of her apartment, I never see it.
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