This entry sort of screws up the theme of this blog.

My aunt called and left a message. I called her back. She was with my grandpa. She told me some good news. My grandfather is doing okay. The skin graft operation went well. His hand is healing. His leg is really bothering him. A nurse is going to be coming over to help him with his medication and helping him out a bit. My Aunt told me that grandpa won't be needing my help for a while but thanked me for being the person to rely on.

This comes to me as a relief.

I called my sister to relay the news. She called my grandfather's neighbour the other day. Howard, who is a wonderful guy, said that he really should be in a home or have someone to look after him. Grandfather is living in a house that's too big for just one person and he's trying to do too much. I agree, of course. We'll see what happens.

According to my sister, after my brother finishes school this December said he would volunteer helping out with Grandpa.

I also relayed to my sister about my dream of the school/university dream. She felt that the dream has an aura of newness. The university in the dream felt old, established, but it looked new, the semester was beginnning and everyone was very well dressed. Everything felt new.

She felt a sense of new-ness from her bathtub dream. She also felt a sense of newness from this dream that I told her about.

Perhaps this is a start of a cycle of new-ness. Walter, the cop, is right. I don't have anything to worry about.