It is Saturday night and I have things that I should be doing, but I need to get my mind and fingers flowing, so I'll start here. The house is a mess, Catherine has told me a little story of how she had a bad dream and is now in my bed, and Gordon is reading the paper. Life is pretty uneventful right now. My mother was in the hospital for two weeks and I didn't call her. A part of me feels really bad about this, but then the other part of me just doesn't really care. I don't know if this makes me cold, but I just don't feel genuine if I call her up and chat with her. It would just feel so fake. I mean just really, really fake. I don't know what to say to her. I honestly would love to shake her long distance, but that won't be possible. My sister summed it up perfectly the other day when she said that she loves her but she doesn't like her. Our mother goes to Club Med at least once a year. I'm not talking about the resort island thing, but to the hospital. She has been in there so many times that it isn't even funny. I'd say at least four years of her life have been spent in the hospital. Now, if I were to add doctor appointments to this, oh Lord! The number would be frickin incredible.
My sister Leslie told me that my dad is totally gone and that during her last visit to see him, he just said the same name over for thirty minutes. I still pray that something happens and that he'll snap out of it. I just read a really good article in Time magazine about dementia and what can be done to prevent it. Exercise is supposed to be the key and I'm certainly going to the gym on Monday. I do think I'll see my dad in the future and I'll get to tell him everything that has happened in my life.
I'm watching pictures of this beached whale in the UK and I want to scream!!! OK, children are going blind in Pakistan because they can't get medicine, but all this f#E%#@ money is being spent on something that could be sushi! Shit! I'm sick and disgusted!
I'm going to go and do what I have to do. I think I need a Diet Coke to get me started.
Whew.
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