I just finished listening to Shanty Raid-o. I really enjoy listening to Morte's Blessed Caffeine show in the morning.
Ok, time to pass the catchup and pour it on this journal. Mom didn't feel well Saturday, and so she didn't go to that Alz. walk she had been gearing up for these last two months since Dad died.
H wanted me to do some cleaning/clutter removal from my hovel while she was here which I did over the weekend. At least until I discovered I was uncluttering some old memories from about 10 years ago (a time just slightly before I met H) reminding me of some of the unfulfilled dreams and hopes I had back then.
I had been in a reflective mood before I uncovered them and those memories really pushed me into a deep, kinda morbid, introspective mood about how I failed myself (and still am). H is the only truly wonderful thing that's happened to me these last 10 years or so.
I've gotta start remembering how to make things happen in my life.
Ah, moving on, Sunday night, H and I saw the second Pirate movie to a theater filled with row after row of empty seats. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised how non-crowded it was since that movie has been out for so long, but I was. Good movie.
Well, time I started doing the stuff I'd rather not do. Later.