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I Know Where I'm Going

I swear I am the biggest ‘tard sometimes. I just hopped on Mapquest and looked up and printed directions from my work to Weetabix’s hotel and then from her hotel back to my home because we are meeting up tonight for some therapeutic shopping and dining and I need to know how to get to where she’s staying and then how to get back home again when we’re done with the evening’s revelry. Why is this dumb you ask? Because I spent an extra $1000 on my new car to have the fucking optional navigation system installed which will guide me right to the hotel if I plug in the address. I guess I can excuse myself because I’m not quite thinking clearly right now. This was in plain evidence yesterday when I made the coffee at work – something I do EVERY SINGLE DAY. I’m not complaining – it’s the only way I can be sure that it will be worthy of drinking. But yesterday I forgot the one critical step. We have a sort of half-assed coffee maker in my building. I bought a cheap-o one at Target (it was $10 – seriously cheap) and about a month after I bought it the carafe cracked. Even though it was only $10 for a whole new machine I couldn’t justify it so I rummaged around in the cabinets in the kitchenette and found about three carafes from previous coffee makers. One fit – almost. It’s a little too short so in order for the trip mechanism to work I have to wedge a plastic knife between the trip and the carafe. Nothing but the finest here. I remember to do this EVERY SINGLE DAY – except yesterday. When I went back to get coffee it had leaked all over the counter and onto the floor– watery coffee, coffee grounds – a real mess. Fun, fun, fun.

I’m in a little better state of mind today. They might release my mom tomorrow, which would be nice. I think part of my problem is seeing her in the hospital where she looks so vulnerable in the crappy attempt at a cheery hospital gown (light green with some plaid-y stripes of, I think, rose and blue) with all kinds of tubes and monitors hooked up to her. I think the idea that she might be released kind of freaks my dad out – he’s worried something might happen at home that he won’t be able to manage, but he’s working on finding out if he should hire a day nurse or rent a special bed. The long-term prognosis still sucks, but I know she’ll be happier at home and it will be easier for people to visit and to make calls. If she starts trying to give me things when I visit I’m going to bawl like a giant baby. I don’t want to think about that, but I know (from first hand experience with Steve’s and my house) that even if you think your family is close and loving and doesn’t give a shit about material things, when it comes down to it people – brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins - whatever, will fight like cats and dogs to get ‘stuff’ that they think they deserve, so it’s best to work all that out while the person who owns the ‘stuff’ can still direct traffic. I’m also glad that she’s coming home because, if she’s up to it, I can plonk her down in the kitchen and she can supervise and instruct me while I try to recreate some of her great meals – she is the best cook ever. I need to learn how to make: gravy, oxtails, her version of brisket, her turkey stuffing, steak tartare (I know there’s no cooking in this one, but I need to know what else she puts in it), and plenty more things I can’t even think of right now.

I’m very excited to see Weetabix tonight and it will be extra fun because Alli is coming along too. We can discuss plans for the Green Bay mini-con, hit Off 5th the Saks discount store and Nordstrom Rack, have a nice dinner, etc. I’ll detail all the fun goings on tomorrow.

Resolution Diary:
Exercise yesterday: Nada, although I did weigh myself again and, no surprise, I lost 5 lbs. since I found out about my mom. Apparently my bestselling diet idea will be to have a family member diagnosed with a life threatening illness which makes even the thought of food make the dieter want to throw-up. Couple that with incredible stress for 12 hours a day interspersed with crying jags for exercise. I’m proof – it works.
Dinner yesterday: I went out to dinner with Steve, my dad and my brother from El Paso (shut up – it’s February now so I can eat out again). I had hackepeter, a thuringer sausage, a couple of pieces of rye bread, spaetzle, and sauerkraut for dinner -can you tell we went to a German restaurant? My stomach must be shrinking because I ordered the whole wurstplatte but I was only able to eat one of the three sausages – back in the day I would have polished off at least two. However eating out and eating rich food does have its consequences. I had to do the green apple quick step to the bathroom first thing this morning – as in rushing out of bed to the bathroom. I guess there’s something to be said for preparing your own meals and being able to control every part of what goes in your body.
Breakfast: coffee w/ milk, small V8.
Lunch: lite yogurt. I’m not too hungry and there isn’t anything in the fridge at home for Steve to try to tempt me with so it’s just yogurt again. I’m sure I’ll make up for it tonight when I’m out with Weet and Alli.
Reading: still the crappyness of ‘The Cat Who….’.

10:08 a.m. - 2006-02-02

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