Jesse, I hope your dad is feeling better and that your day improved.
I had a blah day, so I am making pie.
'Same Time, Same Place'
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Jesse, I hope your dad is feeling better and that your day improved.
I had a blah day, so I am making pie.
Jesse, the universe totally needs to lay off you. Dang.
Yesterday was a dead-loss for me -- woke up to the whole house being (seriously) 100 degrees, except for the bedroom, after 10 hours of serial nightmares. Jesus. None were about spreadsheets, but all were really horrible.
Tonight is much nicer. Cooler, and no nightmares. Yoga studio is closed tomorrow and Monday, but it's been so damn hot, I have been sapped of the will to breathe, so I'll get back next week. I have a work/study arrangement, which is fantastic! I check people into class, and then pop into class after the first 5 minutes.I'd never be able to afford it otherwise, and it's so helping with the depression.
I'd say that Jesse is pulling ahead on the Awfullest 2013 competition so far.
You are welcome, everyone!
But seriously, there is nothing wrong with me directly, and I haven't gotten fired, and it could be worse. (Although I now don't think my father will ever go home, but they said he could still bounce back from the seizure.) Anyway, it's my mother I really feel bad for.
Am on a sailboat with tuna steaks and eggplant on the grill and a dog (not mine) on my lap. Doesn't get much better than this.
I wasn't on a boat, but I got to sit out on the patio with my dog in my lap for a while, which was pretty fucking awesome.
Although I now don't think my father will ever go home
Wha? Eek!
I'm sorry to hear that, Jesse. Sounds like a rough day for all of you. Glad you got to go new-kitchen-shopping!
The laundry business sounds like a very annoying straw, if it isn't actually the last one as such. I feel like when big things are bad it would just be reasonable for smallish things to fall in line helpfully. Out of some sort of universal balance. Get on that, physics.
I took a nap with my dog this afternoon, it was pretty nice for both of us, I think.
He's just way more out of it than he was yesterday, so I don't know. There are just a lot of factors. But really, I don't think my mother actually wants to put him in a place, but I don't know how she can manage it, if he's like how he is right now. And I googled, which I know you should never do...
Although I now don't think my father will ever go home
Is this a "move up timeline on nursing home" thing? Or worse? I hope the former.
Oh yeah, definitely the former!
Met my dad in LI, it was too early for lunch, so we took a hike at Caumset, saw an osprey and pretty little yellow butterflies. Ran into a chatty visitor who, after regaling us with the history of the park/estate, broke out his conspiracy theories and pamphlets. He would have fit right in at Times Square between the naked cowboy and the black dudes in the purple robes.
Had a late lunch in Oyster Bay, where I had to explain to the waitress that even though she told me the bowl of garlic broth was that, it was still a rinsing bowl, because of sand, and give me damn actual butter, and not that oily crud they were calling "drawn butter". Maybe that's what it was supposed to be, but my granddaddy was a LI fisherman, and he taught me how to eat seafood. And putting the garlic on the shells doesn't really count as seasoning. (actually looked it up, yeah, fancy name for melted butter, which this was absolutely not. Dudes, butter isn't that expensive, please to not water it down).
Hiked around Sagamore and managed to catch up with the forest ranger giving a tour. There was tons of Butterfly Weed (orange wins everytime!) in the front meadow, and I got to sell my dad on the awesomeness of Ironweed. The museum where some of the house's artifacts were displayed was disgusting. I think it was the chemical stench of the mounted heads. As awesome as Teddy Roosevelt was, and I still can't reconcile his trophy hunting with his foresight into land preservation.
Had delicious dinner at the Colony Diner in East Meadow, but it was still so soon after a late lunch that I couldn't even bear the thought of stopping at Vito's for pizza to take back with me.
Gramma's house still smells the same, even empty. I harvested her hydrangea to dry. It's amazing how it seems so much smaller without the overstuffed look she had going even when I was a kid.
I miss the north shore, but I definitely don't miss anything south of the Northern State Parkway (except maybe Jones Beach). Old Country Road? ::shudders::