Get out your hankies. The 20 year old toddler: http://yhoo.it/16mrLa8
SHAME: We got home from the doctor late and I’m so exhausted I’m sitting in the house with the lights out hiding from the trick or treating kids. I usually love having them but it’s been a very stressful few weeks.
The Sears robot is still calling to say I need to reschedule the repair appointment for the dishwasher. I’ve called the Repair Desk several times. After complaining again to them that I don’t need repair I got yet another call from the repair scheduling robot and a tweet from SearsCares. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that SearsCares breaks down to Sear Scares. It’s been my experience with them lately.
The Amazon Prime goodie bag went into the dumpster along with a box of other clutter. The need to purge the Room of Doom is strong.
Having posted about my virtuous purging of junk I then opened a box of crap I ordered from American Science & Surplus: http://www.sciplus.com/ They’re sort of a depository for unwanted but interesting junk. Kind of like my house. Left hand, right hand.
Color outside the lines, but read between them.
I shall rename myself The Great Phlegmingo. I’d really like to stop coughing now, weeks after getting the cold.
Another epic starring Bird, this time whistling Blue Danube and imitating my mother and I coughing: http://bit.ly/1buZWwd
Every once in awhile, after not reading one of your novels for a long time, you surprise yourself with how much you like it. Mostly it’s cringing, though.
Why do people adopt children only to abuse them or “give them back” when things get challenging? It sickens me.
The only thing worse than watching jury orientation online is watching it at the court house.
Sears now claims they never got the plumbing invoices I sent October 29. I think sarcasm is in order, don’t you?
I postponed jury duty because my legs are not up to the hilly walking conditions in downtown L.A.
In other science news: You are what you eat may not be just another outmoded hippy slogan: http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2013/11/18/244526773/gut-bacteria-might-guide-the-workings-of-our-minds …
You know what I don’t need? Someone who doesn’t know a thing about the day to day of my life giving me advice about what I “should” do.
I stayed home from work today because my knee was in such bad shape I needed to sit with ice on it for as many hours as I could stand. It’s somewhat better.
Some days Mom is victorious over the microwave. Other days it is beyond her and I get these phone calls asking me to diagnose over the phone. On those days, I wish to be shot in the head. But not really, Universe! I’ve got too much to do.
I just bought a mystery solely because the detective is named Pamela Thompson.
Well, I’ve had my Christmas miracle. My mother apologized to me.
The only thing certain in this world are death, taxes, and Kardashians.
Dear PJ: you cannot hide the similes by using “as if” instead of “like.” We can still see them.
Apparently I needed to be punished more. My knee was just starting to get better and I fell at Ralphs and wrenched it worse.
Mom went back in the hospital this morning. She either has an infection or a persistent virus. Either way she’s spending the night for tests and evaluation. Thanksgiving seems cursed as something happens every year. But she seemed better tonight. I hope that direction continues. (She came home November 27 and has been strong and doing well since.)
Hope y’all had a great Thanksgiving. Ours was great. Carl cooked the entire meal and brought it over. Delish–and a wonderful surprise. I have the best friends in the world.
Mom remembers her dad going for supplies by horse and buckboard wagon to Watson UT when she was a kid. It’s now a ghost town.
My fantasy of buying a small smart TV lasted all of 24 hours before I got real. Too much other important stuff to spend the money on and we don’t need fripperies. Got caught up in Black Friday madness without even shopping. But sometimes being a responsible grown up sucks.
The guy in the Pinocchio suit stares into the abyss of his existence and despairs. Disneyland, 1961: pic.twitter.com/yPVGRvSkH0
This article encapsulates the caregiver situation quite well: http://bit.ly/1avcAck
The loneliness of the long distance carer. May I just add, **** you Amy F. Grant and Katie F. Couric, and anyone else who talks about the “privilege” without understanding the facts of working class people having to deal with this.
RIP Willis Ware, brilliant engineer and lovely, lovely man.
The resolution to a plot point that has been hanging unsolved for years finally came to me in the shower this morning. Unfortunately, I was in the shower, couldn’t write it down, and I was so busy after the shower I forgot, and now I can’t remember what it was or even which novel.
Adorably awesome! Lea Salonga and Darren Criss sang A Whole New World together at a bar: http://bit.ly/1kfEmiB
RIP Irreplaceable Nelson Mandela.
I put on an episode of Finding Bigfoot last night. Mom fell asleep just after it started and woke just as it finished.
Mom: What happened?
Me: They didn’t find him.
Mom: Oh, okay then.
I keep buying books I haven’t got time to read.
And after two years of living as if this is a temporary situation it’s finally setting in that this is probably a long haul. I’m okay with that, but it’s a necessary shift in perspective that may allow me to handle things better.
“It’s not the Calvary coming to save us, ” said the sportscaster. Which is a whole different save than Kobe returning to the Lakers.
I read so slowly these days that I can go from comfort read to comfort read. No more waiting for release days. *sigh*
People and ghosts in rooms talking. *sigh*
Hurray for heated mattress pads!! My poor mom has been freezing, but she’s snug now.
Is the big reveal ever worth playing the reader? Does that answer ever have a yes? Why is there air?
Baby Pygmy Marmosets pic.twitter.com/eODml0ov3H
And now for something completely different… The Marmoset Song: http://youtu.be/4oiLfTnrC40
When Mom gets really down she threatens to stop dialysis and I have to josh her out of it. Today would be one of those days.
I love it when people driving Smart cars make a really big dick traffic maneuvers. I originally said “really idiotic traffic maneuvers” but VRS decided to go with big dick and I left it that way.
Dear Sir: Most sentences should not be a paragraph long. Less is more. A tortured use of punctuation does not remedy this problem.
RIP to the great Peter O’ Toole.
Sears finally kept their promise. They’ve sent me a check to cover my plumbing costs for the Abominable Dishwasher Incident. Thanks, Sears.
Mirrored from Better Than Dead.