Weasel Of Doom

…but that does not make it any easier. My parents asked me to email them some pictures of the kids for my grandma to see, the implication being she will not get to see them in person again. Grandma is slowly dying. According to the doctors, there is nothing they can do. She may live another year, but that is unlikely. Her liver is failing; she has metastized cancer. Grandma is 85 years old, and had told me a number of times that she is ready (and wants) to die, that life has become a burden to be endured, that there is no joy left. Death, for her, will be a relief. She may be ready, but I cannot imagine my life without her in it.

So, yesterday I discovered that the Saturn’s breaks were frozen AGAIN (guess that’s what happens when your car is not driven for a month and left to sit outside). Called the tow truck, had it towed to the dealership, asked for a trade-in quote. Was hoping for $4,500. Was offered $3,000 because according to them the car is basically worthless – breaks need replacing, there is rust on the engine, etc, etc. (Yeah, right. I don’t believe them for a moment, but it’s not like I have any choices when I can’t get the car out of their lot without forking out more money, now do I?) We finally agreed on $3,500. I will pick up the check today. Oh well, our own damn fault.