||[Mar. 31st, 2004|12:35 am]
"But I'm MUCH better now" was a popular quote I used to use years ago. No one ever got my reference, and because no one got the reference I finally gave up using the quote (and needing to explain myself to all the puzzled/worried looks I got) -- Pop quiz, I won't tell the source of the quote. Let's see if any of you can get it.
Anyway, I am felling much better than I have been. The day started with me rehashing an old point about my folk's planning my time for me. Mom had me taking Dad to get his new hearing aids today without telling me. So I told her how that I don't feel she give me much respect when she simply takes it for granted that I will do something. (Although Dad getting new hearing aids is a *BIG* relief for everyone. No more (pana)sonic torture with the TV sound set so that to hear it without your ears bleeding you need to go to the farthest part of their house.)
Well, I get dad into the car 20 minutes after the time I thought I should, which means I was right on time getting there. It was an interesting ride. Going out there the sky in the direction we were headed was darker than I've seen in a long time, and I was expecting to have to drive through a biblical flood before we got there. Instead the sky lightened slightly, and it was simply a mild thunderstorm that Dad and I traveled through.
The water washed away a lot of emotions I was feeling. As long as I can stay relatively dry (and in the general area of something taller than me that would attract lightening away from me just in case), I enjoy being in thunderstorms.
Afterward the MIA caregiver actually showed up today. Considering her daily phone calls of "I can't make it today, but I'll be there tomorrow," I have doubted I'd ever see her again. Well, tomorrow *finally* came! On top of that, I had something planned for myself tonight (that I was planning on abandoning my folks for tonight), so I made the hour long drive to go to it.
A book club that not one of the 8 people who showed up read the book we were supposed to read. So the host of the thing talked about a lace table she encountered recently (if you don't know what that is, don't ask; You're too young to know). It was only the second time I've seen these people, and I do think I could become close friends with most of them. I do need to befriend more than just "K's bunch." Hmm, now maybe I'll talk of "A's bunch" too? We'll see.
This was at a coffee shop. I bought the store specialty a mint mocha coffee that was very yummy (then again mint chocolate is a weakness of mine -- hmm, I just had a thought. Add a stick of cinnamon to it -- Oh my! That would almost be too much pleasure. um, moving on ... ). I thought I ordered the small cup and was glad. If the mug they gave me was a small one, I'm not sure I want to see what a large cup would be. Other than one girl who had some cheese cake (so big a piece she couldn't finish it -- leaving it uneaten is almost a cardinal sin in my opinion), I was the only one who bought anything there.
Speaking of buying things when everyone was getting ready to leave I wandered the place and in a little curio cabinet I found a mug advertising the game Twister with the caption "The game that ties you up in knots." I showed it to the group, and then bought it for myself.
Coming home I listened to a radio show I like, but haven't had a chance to listen to for weeks because of taking care of my folks. Tonight's topic was particle physics and cosmology. At one time in my childhood, I wanted to be a cosmologist "just like Carl Sagan." Anyway, it was fascinating, and I learned about a sub-theory of the string theory called the holographic theory (where our entire universe may be a multidimensional projection emanating from a 2 demential 'band' circling the 'edges' of the universe). They also mentioned the membrane theory (another sub-theory of string theory) that appeals to me as to the origin of our universe for some reason (although it isn't a popular theory according to the people on the radio tonight).
Now I am in my own home writing this. This will be the first night I've spent in my own house in a *long* time. Since Dad's hospital stay I know I haven't spent more than a single night in a row here, and I also know those single nights here I could count on one hand (3 times I think). I feel lucky to have found the time to sneak over here long enough to water my plants and one bonsai enough to keep them alive lately.
Now that things are settling down, and if that MIA caregiver starts showing up again (I'm becoming very skeptical about anything anyone tells me lately, because I have been catching a lot of people in lies lately). Anyway, I *might* be able to get back to some kind of routine. Hmm, now that I wrote that, given every time I start to think it ...
::::::: looking around for wood while making a skeptical face :::::::::
No, I can't let myself think things will be getting better just to have the rug pulled out from under me yet again. I think I already have snapped mentally a few times because of thinking things will be better just to be denied so many times lately.