I've been neglecting the Nello blog, I have been in school so I have seen fewer and fewer traces of him lately. It begins again.
On Tuesday, January 12th, Nello insisted on going to Wal-Mart to pick up some medication and also to grab a few essentials. In addition to the medication he wanted two GIANT chocolate bars, bread, and stool softener. Instead of letting me ask where the stool softener was he just had to drive around on one of those to stupid electric carts aisle after aisle. He kept circling around from orthopedic needs to make up several times around each aisle, bumping into things and trying to push his way through people while managing to knock over a bunch of vitamins that his caring grandson kindly picked them all up and fixed the display. Eventually resulting in the seizing of the stool softener.
On Friday, January 22nd, I asked Nello, "Grandpa, can I take the car tonight?" he responded with "What time will you be home?" I asked him, "What time do you want me home?" The previous week he would say something to the effects of 12 or don't be home too late. But that night, a Friday, he said "Ten, ten-thirty." It was around 8:10p.m. and he wanted me home at ten. Isn't that, "some bullshit?" Right after he said that I said, "Oh, never mind, Walty's going to pick me up, bye." So I just walked up to Waffle House (which took 30-40 minutes.)
The next day, Saturday the 23rd I walked to Tim King's apartment because I didn't want to make anyone come pick me up and there was no way I was going to ask Nello. So I was just sitting in my friend's apartment waiting for him, and a few other friends to get there. Tim's sister and her boyfriend ended up coming home before Tim and everyone else, and I was just sitting there when they walked in, so that was weird.*