Needing a map

The philosophy and otherwise irrelevant ramblings of a struggling poet.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

ON VACATION!!!

I'm in Rocky River, Ohio on vacation. I went to Dave and Buster's last night and actually played video games. It was very strange, but very fun. I played Skee Ball too, and won every game on that one!

Tonight I get to have dinner with a friend from EQ, so I'm very excited about that.

I'm not allowed to talk about work while I'm here, so no work comments for now.

My father is doing much better. He was very ill for a while, but he should be going home soon if he's not home already.

On another note, I'm actually writing again. I had lost that for a while, so I'm happy to have the pen and paper back in my hands. I don't know what will come of it. I may have to clear out a few cobwebs before anything good happens, but it's on it's way. I just hope it doesn't stop again when I go back home.

I'll write more as things come up or after I get back home.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

hmmm...

Continuing on the line of having a bit too much on my plate--I've apparently opted for desert as well.

The new roommate is fine. The 7 month old twins are very cute, if a little full of crying. Her boyfriend (father of said twins) is here now, which is good because he's a very nice guy and he can help take care of the babies, which makes him an even nicer guy.

Sometimes everything just comes together and beats on you for a while, and I guess that's what is happening at the moment.

My dad is back in the hospital. At one point I was pretty sure he was going to die. He was very ill. It's difficult when you see someone so powerful reduced to writhing in agony. Life really isn't all that short. We have to face days that seem to last for a month, and days that seem to last 5 minutes. We have the time to do things that we want to do--maybe not all, but we do have time to do many things.

It's when our ability to do what we love to do leaves us that we become angry and frustrated. When that ability is taken because of someone else's stupidity, our anger is justified. My father spent a year unable to play with his grandchildren, or go to places with his wife, or even work on a regular basis because a doctor decided that he didn't need an angiogram.

I'm a little too frustrated and tired to be coherent. I'm also very certain that this blog has many grammatical and/ or spelling errors in it. I may give my friend access and have her correct them because I'm just not up to it right now.

/hugs for everyone and keep in touch.

Monday, September 15, 2003

I've had a bit on my plate recently... Being anorexic, having a bit on your plate isn't always good.

List:

Did flowers for 2 funerals in the space of 1 week. The funerals were for people I have known for most if not all my life.

Acquired a new roomate along with her 7 month old twins...

Said good bye to sleep.

My father had a "minor heart attack."

Next day: Perhaps it wasn't quite as minor as they first thought... Father had an angiogram.

Next day: OOOO not minor at all. Open heart surgery scheduled.

The parents of the father of the twins now at my house due to arrive the same day as my father's surgery (Did I mention I hadn't cleaned my house in a while?)

The double bypass surgery turned into a triple bypass, and I didn't know that there would be tubes with blood in them coming out of my father's chest out of surgery. (That wasn't fun)

My work gave me a check that was about $90 short.... since that's about 1/2 of my paycheck for the week....BAD THING

My father came through surgery ok, so now I am allowed to be a nervous wreck.

Ok, that's my week?

How's yours?