Jason’s grandmother is being buried tomorrow.

Well, not buried buried. She was cremated and is being stuck in one of those wall boxes with the ashes of her husband.

I don’t know if I’d like that.
To be so close to a loved one but still unable to touch them as their remains won’t intermingle. But.. maybe that’s a good thing. They’re buried as individuals, just close together, instead of one massive mixture.

… I’m already off track. Besides, I know where I want to be buried, if possible.

But, um…. out of his entire family, his grandmother was the only person I liked. She was understanding, honest, and would tell the truth. There wasn’t the hidden or not so hidden personal agenda that his parents have. His brothers are nice but always felt alien to me.

She was real and I greatly appreciated that.
I kind of wished that I got to say goodbye and attend her funeral.

Although, honestly, I’d probably regret it.
While I’d like to respect the dead, the living tends to give me headaches and his family, particularly his mother, has caused me a lot of personal distress. …. Although, I don’t think his mom will be at the funeral. She and the grandmother didn’t get along very well.

That might be just another reason why I liked her so much.

Anyway, if I drank alcohol, I would pour one out for the grandmother.
I hope that wherever she goes will be able to handle her or, more likely, she’ll take over.

I’m doing pretty well.
For the past five days, I’ve hit or exceeded my step count. A contributing factor is Pikmin Bloom. For the past ten or so years, I’ve had something on my cellphone when I walk. It’s difficult not to have the cell phone in my hand doing something.

It started with Ingress. I was in beta. Then, I went to Pokemon Go and to Wizards. With the death of Wizards and little interest in Pokemon Go, I turned back to Ingress. Which is okay, but not so much. I could see myself getting into that again but I’m not allowing myself to.

So, Pikmin Bloom is primarily a walking game and I have walked. But, it’s getting to the point where it’s taking multiple days to pull off a level because of the walking requirements. I just don’t think I can keep up and nor should I want to. Right?

I know I should cut back and I will. But, right now, I’m still trying. I know walking can help negate arthritis in my hip. Too much can be bad and I’m pretty bad at the too much part. I’ll work it out.

One of the rentals caught fire the other day.
It was one of the original houses built by dad around 1990. I think one of the first occupants was the Yarn family. The eldest daughter was my best friend in high school.

Everyone got out okay save for the eight cats.
The renters returned to the house yesterday and, with permission of the fire department, the corpses were recovered and buried in the backyard.

The renters had a lot of stuff, most of it apparently trash and worth little. Mom has already had a couple of contractors come out to consider rebuilding. They each said that it’ll take longer to remove the crap than to replace the wall and roof.

That’s pretty sad, really. Mom isn’t a slum lord and they kept the outside of the house tidy. But, she doesn’t go into the houses either. We respect renters’ privacy. The trash and eight cats were a surprise. Well, maybe not the trash. Renters tend not to take care of the house unless there’s something wrong. It’s not always like that, but 99% of the time it is.

The renters were also two months behind. I doubt that they’ll pay. People, in general, tend to side with the renters. They’re the poor people who can’t afford a home. But, what about the owners who provide that home? My mom is a retired person who does her best. The money she receives in rent helps pay for food and medical bills. Without her, those people may not have had an affordable place to live. Now, she’s out.

So, f-ck them.
I don’t feel pity for renters at all in most cases.
People can be ticks.

Oddly enough, much like Jason’s parents.

I have such a poor opinion of people when it comes to certain circumstances.
A realist to the end.