Happy Late Thanksgiving

Hello again. I had a good Thanksgiving yesterday. My cold must affecting my brain since I barely recall my days off this week. I know I went grocery shopping to realize I forgot more cold medicine. Next day I went out to get more and found a spot close to the door. I work on my fairytale for niece #2, she's 12. I am still working on the plotline. I thought up much of the 1st half, but lack inspiration for the 2nd half. Maybe lightning will strike soon. On Wednesday, my internet access got irritably slow and would not connect. I call them up and was told the system crashed. If I still have trouble after it comes back up, call again. It took a day, but it is fine now.
Yesterday, I drove to my parents' house. Grandma was napping so we talked in the kitchen with my brother. Mom said that her aunt in Tennessee that I write to a lot has cancer and will not live long enough to see my Christmas package, even if I mailed it today. Now what do I do with my package for her? My sister came right before dinner. Her baby looked around at all the people smiling at her. We did not have a high chair, so she watched us eat from a blanket on the floor. Once Mom got up to help the baby swing her leg around to get up on her knees. My sister told her the baby needs to figure out how to get up on her own. Mom said she was just trying to help her.
I unfortunately sat next to Grandma listening to all her questions (Alzheimer's). She asks questions nonstop even when we are engaged in a conversation. 3 times she asked when I am graduating (5 years ago). She asked 4 times about my half-eaten pie piece (I was full). She finally ate the rest of my pie, I said she could. She asked 4 times when my parents were coming. She asked my brother and sister that question too. We keep pointing to them and Mom kept pointing to the photos on the wall. It is amazing she remembered our names all day, though she can't remember we are her grandchildren. Usually, she asks who we are or thinks we are a dead relative.
After dinner, we watched football and chattered in the living room. Grandma took a nap. She came in later and we gave her birthday cards. She turns 90 next Wednesday. Mom says if she makes it to 100, we shall see who is more crazy, us or her. Grandma held the baby and kept asking who my brother-in-law is. I got gift ideas from my brother. He said he emailed my sister his list. I asked if I looked like my sister. In this family, knowledge is assumed to fly person to person, but not always. When my brother-in-law flipped channels after a game, we saw a Muppet It's a Wonderful Life version was on. I did not know they made one. It was okay.
Baby and sister went upstairs for a nap. When they came down it was suppertime. Grandma kept telling me to fix a plate for my brother-in-law. Sister told her that he can fix his own, then said she will fix one to shut Grandma up. She thought he was starving, he wasn't. He was into the football games. When he did go to the kitchen, Grandma asked why he left so suddenly, was it something we said. No, it was a commercial. I packed up my decorations after a snack. I got most of them up when I got home. Today I have to put up plastic on my patio door and try not to knock over my Christmas village. I painted it last year when I lived in my parents' house. It was a coping strategy. Grandma bugged me less when she thinks I'm busy, or I can pretend I didn't hear her better. If you imagine being asked the same set of questions every 20 seconds for hours and surprise at the same answers each time, I'm sure anyone else would feel annoyed too.
Today, I come to work to discover a coworker is not coming in. I guess I made her sick. I have only been told she is not coming in. Oh well. I think this is long enough. Happy Late Thanksgiving.