How To Fix A Week
Originally, this post was about what a crappy ass week it was.
It started off with the charity of fools and just got worse as I dealt with moronic clients, and office culture hell-bent on infecting us all through a Pandemic of Idiocy(tm). Then the weather changed to a nasty -40. Plus I cut myself shaving.
This post ended up sitting as a draft for most of the day as I decided how to finish it.
After having dinner at my parents, I decided to take the lighter route based on the conversation I had with my grandmother. See, my grandmother has a way of diffusing all of my cynicism no matter how bad the week has been.
When I got there, she was talking about maybe ending her lease and moving to a home. But she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to be brought down my a bunch of “old” people who have nothing to say. She’s afraid she’ll be bored. I should mention that my grandmother is 98 and still lives alone. She’s also hilarious.
So she asks me about my condo, and if it’s warm enough with the cold weather we’re having.
Me: Well, I have a small draft in the kitchen.
G: So put on a sweater.
Me: It’s not that bad. It’s a small draft.
G: Is it cold in the kitchen when you’re not there?
Me: What does that mean? Does a tree fall in the forest?
G: If you can’t take the heat, stay out of the kitchen!
Me: But the kitchen isn’t hot! There’s a draft!
G: So put on a sweater!
I could only have these conversations with my grandmother. Absurdist humor doesn’t fly with my dad, although my mom gets it (like mother like daughter).
What a great way to take the edge off an otherwise sucky week 
