AGAIN!!!



Whee, I had a song dedicated to me on community radio! :D *sings like John Barrowman*

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In other news, so far today has been good. Instead of using the gym equipment while Katie did her swim lessons, I grabbed a coffee, paid the car insurance, picked up items at Bi-Mart, and hung out at the pool until she was done. Normally I don't shower in the morning and wait until after I've done my cardio, but today since I wasn't doing the gym thing, I was up early and showered and folded laundry and watched Project Runway. I feel GOOD today. No ill effects from yesterday's spasming, lol.

Work, work, work. Another PT appt this afternoon, followed by a baseball game. My house is really in need of attention, and while the kids to get after it after a fashion, they need direction and I'm in here, working...sigh. I'm hoping very hard to re-implement my Flybaby status when they are back in school.

WEIRD...is this the new way of proselytizing? I just got a phone call from a residence, based on the caller ID, and she immediately asked, "How are you doing?" as if she knew me, and I stuttered out, "Um, fine..." thinking maybe it's someone I knew or it was a wrong number and I'd learn that in a second, but no, she launched into the fact that she had a message for me from Jesus Christ and started in on scripture of some sort - and she was very quiet and I could hardly hear her (I had the radio on) and then it sounded like she hung up, so I hung up, and she called me BACK. At this point, I told her, "You just called me, and I didn't invite you to call me on my phone, so please don't call me back." Mind, she talked right over all that, and I hung up again.

Sheesh. I'm all for people celebrating their faiths how they wish and how it's important to them, but to interrupt MY day to do so is simply pushy and rude.

/rant

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I really want to get to Whole Foods. Tomorrow's plan, I think. I get discouraged by choices at Albertsons and excited by Whole Foods. Who knew.

it was one of those lovely summer evenings. We won our baseball game, Karl struck out once, and then hit a double, played first base and catcher, and his grandparents and his former teacher (and Jayne's) was there to watch.

Katie and I drove home in the van, while Roy had the other tow, taking them to stop at Taco Bell for some late dinner.

Later than dusk, but not yet full dark, the sky held eastern clouds that whispered and considered thunderstorm, but the west instead fell rosy pink, the coast range in silhouette against it as the last of the day slid away.

Indigo Girls on the cd player had Katie and I singing "Leaving" mournfully yet happily, and I drove into the garage, unlocked my front door, and snagged the phone as my aunt began talking to the answering machine.

My grandfather has asked for no surgeries. No amputations, no heart interventions. He wants to live the life he has left, not in a nursing home and not in a hospital, trying to recover from the invasions.

My aunt is trying so hard to keep it together. She and my uncle trade off living at home and living in CC with my grandparents. My younger uncle has five kids and three fosters of his own, but they do what they can. My older uncle lives up here near me. My father has died.

My aunt bears the brunt and it's she, the only daughter, watching her daddy die before her eyes.

I've been there.

It's not for my grandfather that my tears tonight fall. It's for her.

Give a thought to Robert and Betty, and to my aunt Diddy.

We don't know anything except, we wait.