Warm day

Yesterday, I sealed up another window for winter to realize it was warmer outside, but very humid. I opened my patio door and turned on my ceiling fans to circulate the air. I slept in my summer pajamas under my flannel sheets last night. I did laundry at my sister's house and babysat while my sister went grocery shopping. We had a blast. She loved her bath toys I got for her birthday. We practiced standing and had tummy time where she pushes up on her arms real high. Everybody is shocked at work she is not walking and crawling yet, or use a sippy cup. Apparently, she wailed when given a sippy cup to drink from. They also give her minced fruits and vegetables instead of babyfood. Every bite she makes a yucky face.
When I got back home I played solataire on my computer until I was sleepy. Today was raining. I think it still is. Much cooler now, but I put on my short sleeve uniform just in case. I would like to know where fall is. It is spring here. I heard bad news about someone working at the car rental next door. Her husband with cancer had his operation, then caught pneumonia. Needless to say he is in bad shape. She is off this week and next week to be with him. I feel so sorry for her. People here say she should just take a month off and enjoy her husband's company. God only knows how much longer he will be here.
I guess it is finally settled where I am going for Thanksgiving. My Mom decided to be hostess this year. No one else was jumping to do it. When I spoke to her yesterday, I pointed out Thanksgiving is almost here and somebody needs to make up their mind. Mom did not want to cook a turkey, too much work. I said that we can have ham. No one in my family cares if holidays are not perfect Norman Rockwell pictures.
My sister last night was in her Dr. Jekyll personality and said I could come over for the holiday, but they might go to our parents' or her husband's parents' house that day. I don't want to show up for dinner if she won't be there. When Mom called at my sister's house (I was there doing my laundry), my sister said to Mom that she can come over for the holiday. Last week, Mr. Hyde said she is not hosting Thanksgiving for the family. I think she gets more like Mom every day. I shouldn't say that. I have moments where I become aware that I am so much like Mom. I hope my coworkers don't think I have monsterous mood swings. Those people are difficult to deal with, especially when they can't remember something have told them 3 times already. Usually, it is the 3rd or 4th time I explode into "How many times do we need to go through this?"
No customer or coworker incidents today to report. Thank goodness. The freak from a nearby counter just stopped by. I told him in our conversation that my family is weird. He did not believe me. I asked my coworker's opinion. She agreed they are weird (her husband's family is m weirder). She said I do not scratch the surface. I started talking about my Grandma with Alzheimer's (Dad's Mom) and my father and his sisters refuse to place her in a nursing home because they do not want to spend their inheritance on nursing home costs (No, Medicare does not pay until they are close to broke). Then my Mom won't stand up for herself and dutifully takes care of Grandma when it is my parents' turn. Mom is control freak so she gets embarrassed when Granny does crazy things in public. I say, Mom everyone figures out in 10 seconds that she is not normal, no one is thinking bad thoughts of you. I guess there is too much June Cleaver in her to change her point of view. I'll just stop there for tonight. Post later. Good-bye!