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[conuly]

I cannot spend more time than necessary with my uncle, the driver.

I will go crazy. I will, quite possible, kill him with one of his own fucking huge worthless knives. (Three times we visit with very young children, and three times we have to remove a scary collection of overlarge weapons from our bedroom? NOT COOL.)

He's got so much junk in this house, the fridge is stuffed, there's a whole (large) bunch of bananas (for three people!) that's totally rotting on the kitchen table, and there's nothing in there that I can cook, nor any place to cook it because the countertops are full. Well, the kids cannot survive a week on garbage. Period, end of discussion.

I can only imagine how this is all affecting my grandmother, who always liked a neat house.

I'm begging you. All of you. If anybody can step up and help me get from here to there, just until next Saturday, I'll love you forever. I don't care where "there" is, even, so long as it's not here.

GOD HELP ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Oh, and if anybody would like to meet up, and wouldn't mind meeting the wonderful nieces, now is really your chance. I have no intention of making this trip again until my grandmother dies, much though I love her.)

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[ksol1460.livejournal.com]

We went through this, for different reasons, four years ago. Email and LJ friends got us through it. While we can't do anything material from here, would you like some music?

[ksol1460.livejournal.com]

We went through this, for different reasons, four years ago. Email and LJ friends got us through it. While we can't do anything material from here, would you like some music?