I need a hug.

So what do I do when I get all of my sister's voice mails, and Jeff isn't home yet? I blog.

Well, I just got bad news from my mother. My Grandma Dot is in the hospital again. She's had swelling in her left leg, and in addition to everything else she's going through, cancer, chemo treatments, etc., they have decided to close Huffman's Grocery. However, my Grandpa Harry did save the last 3 boxes of macaroni and cheese in the store for me. My grandma's doctor apparently told her he's pretty sure she won't be able to walk again. My grandparents will also be moving out of their home above the store and moving into a handicapped accessible apartment in Tionesta, I think in the River Court. I just always feel like older people moving out of their homes to smaller, easier to live in ones, is an admission of defeat. I feel like they're getting ready to make the long trip over the sea. My Grandma Eb was planning to sell her house and move into Tidioute Towers when she died. And everyone's all torn up about it. And I feel like I'm too far away to help and I hate that. And I asked if I needed to come home and Mom said I didn't.

Okay, I'm making macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. Maybe that will help. Maybe I'll try some applesauce on it. I think that's how Stenny used to eat his and I thought it was gross. But for some strange reason it sounds appealing right now.

I promise a happier blog entry tomorrow or later, I plan to write up my thoughts on Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Merry Part and Blessed Be