The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
7 minute Audio Introduction to The Mom & Me Journals
is to undermine the isolation of the caregiving experience
by offering all, especially our loved ones, a window into our lives.
As I post to this journal I think of our loved ones and their families,
how busy and involved we all are, and that,
if and when they come to this site they can be assured
that they will miss nothing in our lives and will, thereby, recognize us
and relax easily into our arms and our routines
when we are again face to face.
Legend of Journal Abbreviations
APF = A Prescott Friend (generic) DU = Dead Uncle LTF = Long Time Friend a.k.a: MFASRF = My Fucking Anal San Rafael Friend MA = Mom's Accountant MCF = My Chandler Friend(s) MCS = My Colorado Sister MDL = My Dead Lover MFLNF = My Former Lover Now Friend MLDL = My Long Distance Lover |
MFA = Mom's Financial Advisor MFS = My Florida Sister MPBIL = My Phoenix Brother-in-Law MPF = My Phoenix Friend (generic) MPNC = My Phoenix NieCe MPNP = My Phoenix NePhew MPS = My Phoenix Sister MS = Mom's Sister MTNDN = My Treasured Next Door Neighor OCC = Our Construction Company |
Monday, August 25, 2003
Something posted before midnight...
...that's what I want. Then, I'll come back later, add and publish.
Today was another absurdly lucky, serendipitous day. We received a free microwave. Our old one finally, today, refused to pop popcorn. I decided to visit some friends for the afternoon, leave Mom alone, let her relax and sleep from yesterday's near marathon day. We both needed a vacation from one another [thankyou, that she is alert and healthy enough to be left alone for some hours, now, thankyou on her behalf and on mine]. The friends are MCFs, intimates, with whom I discuss every detail of almost everything and vice versa. I whined that our microwave was dying. They had an extra. She gave it to me. I felt, damn, blessed.
Our a/c has taken a trip into Insane Land but I'm not considering this infelicitous since it is a 1.5 month old unit. It won't stop cooling so I have to turn it off manually at the circuit breaker. I'm a little obsessive about reading the temperature and sensing it, but that is all.
Mom was in good spirits. Insisted on playing Sorry. I won three out of four in amazing sets that mimicked each other almost identically. I was delightedly, apologetically astonished, and expressed my inability to do anything about what was happening to my mother. As I mentioned once before, I did not inherit my sore loser/in-your-face winner from my mother, although I didn't from my father, either.
I'm doing some routine maintenance. Wondering how to express myself today about today in the background. I'll probably be back later. Not sure when.
I am unusually expectant. Of what, I'm not sure.
All material copyright at time of posting by Gail Rae Hudson