sunday is hard to pin down, or, my very own odd weekend
do you ever feel as if you need to use courier? i mean, like there does not exist another font that can better express your feelings? courier and i have a thing. i don't know if it's healthy to need a particular font. but so be it.
this weekend was weird, y'all. i dunno.
friday night we saw joel mchale (of 'soup' fame) and it was awesome. his opener was chris porter who was hilarious. let me rephrase. hiLARious. joel mchale was also funny. he did a lot of stuff from the soup which..i dunno..seemed like a cop out of sorts. about half way through he started in with his own material and it was way way better than the soup stuff. although we watched 'the soup' when we got home and it was also funny. so, that's a big question mark...
but we did have awesome seats. (for the live stand-up. and i guess for the tv show back at home. duh.)
so that was friday.
on saturday, ben and i went to visit my grandma. we were her first visitors since she was moved into the valley view gardens. i was nervous. BUT. she was great. she looked good and acted happy. she seems to be making the most of the situation although i think that's because she doesn't really know what's going on (ie why she's there in the first place). BUT. she seems to be doing much better than we ever expected.
with all of that in mind, it was incredibly sad to see her there. does that make sense? it is possible she is one of the highest functioning people in the place. there were way more people in wheelchairs, hunched over, not able to feed themselves, not able to hold conversations. and this is her life now. this is her 'society.' in some ways it's harder than when she was at home and a total danger to herself. because now it's real. it has happened and continues to happen. and i wish it could be different and it can't.
and that, in a nutshell, was saturday.
oh, and we also had golden spoon for dinner. i know. that will make this next segment even harder to understand. well, except for the fact that they didn't have ANY of the flavors that i like. so perhaps that better explains the next bit...
anywh.o.
i was in a crappy mood this weekend. from beginning to end. why? who knows. it was that 'impossible to be happy' mood that comes from nowhere and sucks the life out of you. yeah, you know the one. i'm hoping it goes away. i can only apologize to ben so many times. 'it's not you, it's me.' i don't think that has ever been truer.
on a much more postive note, tiger is continuing to recover and is more himself every day. he actually jumped into the bathtub tonight and rolled around (for the first time since he's been sick). this is one of those indicators i was looking for and it is possible i feel a little more like myself now that tiggy is feeling more like himself. it will be refreshing to be at work tomorrow and not be worrying about him (as much) all day.
i almost believe that the act of worrying is the devil's handiwork.
who else would have invented such a stupid thing??
other stupid things of note: sunday nights. good. for. nothing...
this weekend was weird, y'all. i dunno.
friday night we saw joel mchale (of 'soup' fame) and it was awesome. his opener was chris porter who was hilarious. let me rephrase. hiLARious. joel mchale was also funny. he did a lot of stuff from the soup which..i dunno..seemed like a cop out of sorts. about half way through he started in with his own material and it was way way better than the soup stuff. although we watched 'the soup' when we got home and it was also funny. so, that's a big question mark...
but we did have awesome seats. (for the live stand-up. and i guess for the tv show back at home. duh.)
so that was friday.
on saturday, ben and i went to visit my grandma. we were her first visitors since she was moved into the valley view gardens. i was nervous. BUT. she was great. she looked good and acted happy. she seems to be making the most of the situation although i think that's because she doesn't really know what's going on (ie why she's there in the first place). BUT. she seems to be doing much better than we ever expected.
with all of that in mind, it was incredibly sad to see her there. does that make sense? it is possible she is one of the highest functioning people in the place. there were way more people in wheelchairs, hunched over, not able to feed themselves, not able to hold conversations. and this is her life now. this is her 'society.' in some ways it's harder than when she was at home and a total danger to herself. because now it's real. it has happened and continues to happen. and i wish it could be different and it can't.
and that, in a nutshell, was saturday.
oh, and we also had golden spoon for dinner. i know. that will make this next segment even harder to understand. well, except for the fact that they didn't have ANY of the flavors that i like. so perhaps that better explains the next bit...
anywh.o.
i was in a crappy mood this weekend. from beginning to end. why? who knows. it was that 'impossible to be happy' mood that comes from nowhere and sucks the life out of you. yeah, you know the one. i'm hoping it goes away. i can only apologize to ben so many times. 'it's not you, it's me.' i don't think that has ever been truer.
on a much more postive note, tiger is continuing to recover and is more himself every day. he actually jumped into the bathtub tonight and rolled around (for the first time since he's been sick). this is one of those indicators i was looking for and it is possible i feel a little more like myself now that tiggy is feeling more like himself. it will be refreshing to be at work tomorrow and not be worrying about him (as much) all day.
i almost believe that the act of worrying is the devil's handiwork.
who else would have invented such a stupid thing??
other stupid things of note: sunday nights. good. for. nothing...
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