((Doody))

I wonder about the elderly too. Growing up, my circle of friends all had grandmothers living with them. My grandmother lived with us until she died, but she died when I was 2. My aunt, mom's sister, cared for her MIL in her home until she died. I remember her very well - a sweet old woman stuck in a chair. She had the SOFTEST lap. She also had a big smile and a dollar bill waiting for me when my dad wasn't looking. I wanted to take her home with us. Several years ago, my MIL's home was threatened by wildfires in AZ. As small as my house is, I was fully prepared to take in my MIL AND her husband if they had lost their home.

I wonder about a conversation I had with a neighbor about his grandmother. He said she lived with them when he was younger, but she spent the entire day watching TV. Her hearing was bad, so the volume was always very high. It was "too hard" on the family, so they placed her in a nursing home. Um, okay.

I wondered yesterday about some noises, but it was confirmed last night it was GUNFIRE! I was lying in bed yesterday afternoon, and I heard a few loud pops out front. Turns out, some new neighbors across the street have a dog-fighting operation going. The canine unit came out to retrieve the dogs, but one of them got loose. They had to shoot him.

I wonder if the spirit of Basile lives in that house. My parents were friends with the people who lived in that house, and they had a bloodhound that was really VICIOUS. He was vicious because he was kept chained up and neighborhood kids always teased him. The ONLY person he liked was my dad. He would let my dad take him off his chain, and my dad would let Basile run around our fenced in back yard. I was brave enough to sit out there with my dad, but I sat on top of the picnic table the whole time - just in case.