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{Reservations} {Tickets} {Map} {Photos} {Souvaniers} {Postcards} {Design} 2003-03-16 | 8:09 a.m. Ever get a split in your nail? Split end? I've got a big ole split in my soul, Diary, and no amount of gloopy hair repair will mend this. *mental note---- 'gloopy' would be a fun handle maybe?* Grounchy. She's always grouchy now because she can't remember and she knows it. We drove 20 min. away from town to find the birthday party in an older fellowship hall out in the boonies. All that way just to find out that she couldn't get inside because the ground level entrances were crusted over with big clumps of frozen snow on top of wet, slippy ground. She. Was. Pissed. THEN we witnessed one of her panic attacks that no one has up until now seen in person, but nooooOOOoooo we had to see it up close and personal in a tiny car, miles and miles away from the nearest emergency room. An hour later she didn't remember it happening. The stuff she's been doing lately would make your ears bleed. Wearing underware with blown out elastic so that when we walk around the Walmarts ( which spread out over hill and dale, larger than some major land masses on the planet) or Big Y (they put the "BIG" in "Why?") she can gasp in her station at the extreem back of the store in the curtin isle (which she will then need help hanging because she can't possibly climb up onto a ladder to reach the curtin rod holders, never mind actually maintain any balance in the attempt)... Gasp, 'Oooh Pammy. Oh no." This of course, causes me to close my eyes for half a second because I'm anticipating some kind of panty emergency in the middle of the store pretty soon, well she is 80 for crissake, and she shouldn't have eaten that goddamned Swiss Chard, that stuff always gives her the runs, EVERY TIME..... We want chinese. We drive 30 minutes to get to an open chinese restaurant because she has no concept of time and can't believe that her insulin dose won't cooperate, simply chill in her system, waiting around for her to finally find a chinese restaurant that is open late on Friday night and ACTUALLY HAS a bathroom............ Nope. We're not doing this ever again. Miss These? absence of life - 2003-07-28 |
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