tobermory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still Sad I don�t want to go on and on about my mom, but this is truly awful. I�m so thankful that my brother came up from El Paso for the week so that he can stay with my dad and keep him company and help him around the house a little bit. I know we�ve all heard the �live each day like it might be your last� mantra, but I�d like to add (and I�m sure this has been said somewhere too) that you should treat the time you have with each person that you love as if is precious, because it is. Time is running out for all of us. No matter how this goes down (I�m an optimistic person, but I�m not religious and I don�t believe in miracles) it�s going to be bad for my dad � his whole life is going to be completely screwed up � and I mean completely. In some ways I wish that I had just gotten a call that said �hey � your mother died last night � she had a massive heart attack. It was like that (finger snap inserted).� That would be awful, but not as awful as it�s going to get. I want her to die with dignity � not with a bunch of tubes sticking out all over her. I don�t know how I�m going to handle it � every time I see her I�m a mess. I wish I could be strong but I�m just a big crybaby at heart. I don�t know how my mom stays as calm as she does � she keeps telling me to stop being so daft (she�s British y�know � they say things like that) and that�s it�s OK. But it�s not OK. On to other things if I dwell on the situation I�ll cry all day long again. The dog? Is driving me crazy. Dogs are OK � I grew up with dogs, but somewhere in the interim I became a cat person. Cats enjoy it when you sleep late � they encourage it. My cats have no need or interest in the great outdoors. The dog is a pain in the ass. Her digestive schedule is all screwed up so the night before last she shit all over the crate, so at 5am today I heard her tags jingle and bolted out of bed to take her outside. No poop, just pee. I feel like it�s Poopwatch 2006. Steve is being so nice about all this � I know he really doesn�t like dogs but he�s being a sport and taking her out during the day and letting gher out of the crate while he eats lunch. I�m so lucky to have found a truly nice guy who can roll with whatever life dishes out. As if all the other crapola isn�t enough, hellooo Lady Time � now with extra cramps! And, because my mind is elsewhere, I have only my emergency feminine product and no Advil. Looks like I�ll be taking a lunchtime trip to the drugstore. With everything else that�s been going on I forgot to mention that Steve and I went to see the latest play at the Goodman Theatre � a Mary Zimmerman production of Pericles. It was unbelievably beautiful. I�m not much of a Shakespeare aficionado (seeing the plays is at least better than reading them and having to translate English to English) but Mary Zimmerman managed to take one of the bard�s lesser works and through her staging, lighting, timing, scoring, propmaster, and costume designer, create a lush feast for the senses. Can you tell I�m a fan? Robert, my old roomie, dated the costume designer way, way back in college. I�m not entirely sure that they ended on great terms, but I�m sending him an article from the Tribune about her anyway. I hear that the writer from Six Feet Under is premiering a play at a smaller local theatre near Chicago � I think it�s called Grace (the play, not the theatre) and I think I�ll try to arm-twist Steve into seeing it. We�re both sort of �eh� on the theatre � we had a subscription to the Goodman a few years back and we saw a couple of real clunkers. But, in defense of theatre we have seen some good stuff too � some plays at Steppenwolf come to mind. But, we both enjoy Six Feet Under, so I�d be willing to give this play a chance. Resolution Diary: 1:52 p.m. - 2006-01-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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