Tuesday, 7 PM: I just realized I haven’t posted today. I think I’m still feeling the effects of a five day road trip the week of the Third of July party. If I ever again start talking about “running down to Arkansas” to pick up a family member before the party, somebody please slap some sense into me! My sister tried, but I wouldn’t listen. And the reality is, I would have been too tired to even think about making that trip alone after the party.
Meeting Andrew was great! After spending 24 hours in Doggy Daycare, Boo (a.k.a. Spawn of Satan) was so happy to be home he quit snarling and snapping at Andrew.
How can something so cute be so evil?For the most part. Until he got his second wind. But that was just about the time Andrew was leaving, so no harm done that day. I don’t want to think about the other days. Let’s just focus on the good times.
I still have a few party decorations to take down and pack away, but most of it is done. Unless a couple of hundred xangans and their families decide to come next year, I probably won’t have to buy any pop (
stop laughing, Andrew) for the 2010 party.
My computer has not crashed once today. I think it was possessed yesterday. I spent more time trying to boot it and reboot it than I did online. When I opened a game, it crashed. When I downloaded the latest Windows Service Pack it crashed. Once it finally downloaded the service pack and I tried to install it, it crashed. Pretty much, any time I clicked on anything, it crashed and took a dozen or so tries to reboot. I will be purchasing an external hard drive in the near future.
My mom is reading
The Song of Bernadette. I will never read that book. She may never finish that book. She keeps wondering, “When was this written?” and turning to the front of the book. Then she gets sidetracked by the author’s bio, “A
Jewish man wrote this book about the
Catholic church!!” (zomg) Then she flips to the end and complains because it’s 340 pages long and written in excruciating detail. Then she wonders whether it’s fact or fiction and flips back to the front where the cycle starts all over again. She wanted to read me an excerpt from the preface and I told her she’s never going to finish the darn thing if she doesn’t quit going back to the front of the book. Not my most patient moment, but I had just returned from hiding in the bathroom in order to read the last couple of chapters of the book I’ve been trying to finish for the past four days and I really wasn’t in the mood to hear the names Bernadette or Lourdes yet again.
Mom does seem to be getting a bit better, though. She was out working in the butterfly garden when I got up this morning.
Shot from an upstairs window. She wants to go with me when I go out to run errands. The “conversation loops” haven’t been as frequent in the past couple of days. Three months ago she didn’t have the energy to get dressed and couldn’t retain information for five seconds, so I’m really happy to see this improvement.
If she would just finish that damn book I’d be so much happier! Aw, who am I kidding? As soon as she finishes the book, she’ll start obsessing about something else and it will drive me just as bonkers. Family: Can’t live with them, can’t make them normal. Although, I must confess I don’t really mind her obsession with washing dishes.
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