For those of you who are wondering, the Canuck's loss did not send me spiralling off the edge (though close)...I'm working more as my boss is in England for three weeks. And I've got a lot going on here at home so I may be around a bit less than in my heyday.
Dad's aneurysm has grown to beyond the dangerous point and, as soon as he's strong enough, more surgery for him. I'm very worried - I know the risk with this surgery. But it's more worrying to know that he's walking around with this ticking time bomb in him.
I've been questioning the whole "meaning of life" thing lately. Work hard your whole life and, for some, just as the "golden age" of sitting back and enjoying retirement arrives - "WHAMMO", the fun really begins. I learned that an aunt (who was divorced from my Mom's brother) died 4 days after Mom in Calgary. I didn't even know she was sick - she was 61 and apparently had been in a hospice as well. Mom would've been so upset....she really loved her. She was my idol...one day my uncle (who I can't stand) came home to find she'd packed up all the furniture, got a U-Haul and split. He deserved it - he was a cheap, arrogant, cold hearted, rude, controlling jerk. And that's just the stuff I knew about him. My aunt, on the other hand, was a hell of a lot of fun - a blonde hairdresser with BIG texas-type hair and a booming laugh to match. She loved life and was a sweetheart...I'll miss her.
These lines keep running through my head lately:
"Everyone I know
goes away in the end"
Well, this is where I'm heading before work.
Ain't life a ball?
Dad's aneurysm has grown to beyond the dangerous point and, as soon as he's strong enough, more surgery for him. I'm very worried - I know the risk with this surgery. But it's more worrying to know that he's walking around with this ticking time bomb in him.
I've been questioning the whole "meaning of life" thing lately. Work hard your whole life and, for some, just as the "golden age" of sitting back and enjoying retirement arrives - "WHAMMO", the fun really begins. I learned that an aunt (who was divorced from my Mom's brother) died 4 days after Mom in Calgary. I didn't even know she was sick - she was 61 and apparently had been in a hospice as well. Mom would've been so upset....she really loved her. She was my idol...one day my uncle (who I can't stand) came home to find she'd packed up all the furniture, got a U-Haul and split. He deserved it - he was a cheap, arrogant, cold hearted, rude, controlling jerk. And that's just the stuff I knew about him. My aunt, on the other hand, was a hell of a lot of fun - a blonde hairdresser with BIG texas-type hair and a booming laugh to match. She loved life and was a sweetheart...I'll miss her.
These lines keep running through my head lately:
"Everyone I know
goes away in the end"
Well, this is where I'm heading before work.
Ain't life a ball?
posted by Deb at 9:20 AM
8 Comments:
what being a cheap, arrogant, cold hearted, rude, controlling jerk. Is bad thing now :)
We all seem to be having a bad week, my Uncle passed Monday, and my Dad's lung collapsed during a biopsy today.
we all just gotta lean on each other I guess.
I'm so sorry to hear all the bad news, and my condolecences to you Deb and to you Junky.
If I was a religous person at all, I'd say something like God only gives you what you can handle but that is such a load of shit, so I'lll just say I hope your load eases.
I'm sorry to hear your sad news Deb and Junky. *HUGS*
Makes us strong, right junky?
Barb, I'm pretty pissed at "God" right now. Pretty sure he plays for the Ducks too.
Thanks Mel...I'm all over the board tonight, aren't I?
That laundrette looks well glamorous compared to our local ones: bashed up old shop. No attention paid to decor. Ancient silver enormous washing machines in gradually increasing sizes so the biggest cost £5 at least to use. A broken spin dryer so you have to shovel even more in the tumble dryer ... I won't go on.
FINALLY I finished the seemingly endless task of writing out what happened when I was a kid. It's not that long I promise though it is long for me (I use a giant typeface tho, don't I bc I don't post photos ...)
Hope you're OK & take it EZ
Gleds
gled, i missed your comment?!
This one looks more glamorous than it really is...the inside's kind of crummy. One of the washers (I've yet to figure out which one) leaves rust marks on the clothes. And you're right, it costs an arm and a leg to do laundry. Sometimes I spend $50 in one shot! But I really like the owners here - they're fairly new here (Asian) and they barely speak any English. But they're so kind/outgoing and even though we have trouble communicating, they've become good friends. When I went to do my laundry at Christmas they had a gift for me!!....unheard of really.
I just read your entry...it really moved me. I I left a very lengthy comment (what's new hey?).
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