There are just no good options.

There just aren't. I am so sorry, GC. For you and GF and your entire families. It's such a terrible thing to have to try and live though. I can't imagine how terrifying it must be for him.

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{{GC, GF and family}}

sj, I have a friend whose father has dementia. She and her husband are now living with her father. It has been really, really hard. (She deals with her father with a sense of humor). Her definition of a good day, is very different than mine would be - because she sees him every day. J has been married to W for 45+ years - her dad doesn't always recognize W. I think it was hardest on everybody when J's dad knew he was losing it, but couldn't really completely understand what was happening. any way, sending ou lots of love, talk to other people and when I remember the title of the book J read that really helped - I email it to you.

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{{{GC, GF, and family}}}

{{{sj}}} We went through watching the horrible advance of dementia with my maternal grandmother. Such a heart-rending place to be.

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CHOIR REHEARSAL: A MORAL TALE IN ONE ACT

As our scene opens, SUSAN, an alto, is rehearsing "Down to the River to Pray" with the rest of her choir. The arrangement has two solos.

SUSAN (internal monologue/voiceover): I'd SO love to sing one of the solos. The altos don't ever get the melody, and it's just so gorgeous. Plus, this is Appalachian music, roots music, Southern gospel, and I'm the only one in this whole choir who actually grew up on this stuff. I know how to put just the right twist and twang on it. I'm Baptist. From Appalachia. This music is in my BLOOD. I want the solo. I can ROCK the solo. Sure it's a little high, if I could pick a key I'd want it about two keys lower, but it tops out at a B. I can hit a B easy.

GARY (the choir director): Well, we still haven't rehearsed the solos. Is anyone interested?

SUSAN: It may be too high for me, but I'd like to try it. Music of my childhood, you know.

GARY: Sure, go for it.

SUSAN: t remembers she hasn't sung a solo in 19 years t realizes everyone in the congregation will be thinking of Alison Krauss t gets stage fright

The music starts. Gary cues Susan

SUSAN (squeakily and not at all Alison Kraussily, but in tune enough to not get booted): "As I went down to the river to pray..."

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OMGWTF was I thinking!? There will be at least 200 people in each service on Sunday! I can't do this!

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Do it Susan.

You won't get unnervous by not doing it.

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I stuck my head in to skim recent posts because I was all backlogged, and I gotta say...y'all are too polite and understanding. I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"

Really? I just wanted to make a comment about the heartbreak of Thai elephant prostitution.

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{{{sj}}} My grandpa is slowly succumbing to senility, as well. It's heartbreaking.

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(((sj))) Man, that's rotten.

Go Susan! Awesome bravery! And gorgeous song! Go Team!

I was looking forward to Fay and Laga having this totally huge knock-down hissing catfight over Thai prostitution, and visions of me stepping in and settling the whole thing by throwing them naked, writhing and fighting into a vat of Kahlua-laced chocolate mousse, and shouting "HUG IT OUT, BITCHES!!"

Ngah. Okay, between the mousse, the nekkid Laga and the thought of the eminently lickable Erin channelling Ari Gold*, I think I may need a cold shower.

We can still do this part.

This.

(*I adore Ari Gold. A. Dore.)

Really? I just wanted to make a comment about the heartbreak of Thai elephant prostitution.

Yeah. And their beachball version of the pingpong ball show is a danger to public health and safety.

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wow what a day. Work was fine, but boy do you bitches talk today! Finally caught up. A lil Meara action here.

Actually, that's not too bad of an idea. Smaller chance of someone we know being there and Mom & I love San Diego. We have a long way to go material-wise. I think we have one good joke and Mom thinks we have two.

I was under the impression some comedy clubs would give you a slot if you brought enough friends with 2 drink min. Either way, I'd be game for watching y'all. Your mom is a hoot, and so are you. It'd be fun! Let me know if you do it!

Aha! Batslash T shirt! (Looking most unbecomingly tight, for which I apologise, but y'all are family and thus I shall not scream in horror at being seen in (1) a T shirt and (2) a horribly tight thing. Because the point is - BATSLASH!!!

Wow, those arm muscles are ripply and sexy. O wait! it's the model! The hot! (well, both shirt and model!)

I hate emoticons because I feel like they are a crutch for people who cannot express themselves properly with words alone but sometimes those people is me.

I use them because I tend to be sarcastic with strange sense of humor, so it seems to help folks know I am only joking.... probably unsuccessfully.

{{{sj}}} sorry to hear about that.

and for the record... I'm sad I missed the choco mousse wrestling with Laga and Faye. That would have been... wow. OK, enough with me.

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Timelies!

I slept in today. The sun was behind clouds and let me. It was so nice!

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