I had so much to write about, and then... I didn't.
Things started to get crazy and between battling the French at my daughter's school and trying to stop time, my step-dad took a turn for the worst as did my friend Karen.
Karen died 4 days ago. My step-dad was taken into a psych hospital about 2 weeks ago. The same day Karen died my mom called because she didn't think my step-dad would make it. There is a bit of a funny story in there, but I can't really think of it right now.
Derek Jeter was sweaty. As a matter of fact he was dripping sweat on the field, and although I thought it was fairly disgusting to touch his back and feeling a small puddle I still did it, and told him it didn't bother me at all. I can't remember who else was in that dream, but I did make faces to the other person, because I was indeed very grossed out. Then I made the decision to not name our newly put-together baseball team the "California Rainbows" because everyone would think it was a gay thing, so I decided to go for "California Sun Rays."
I'm going to blame my friend's obsession w/Jeter and baseball for the dream last night, as I would much rather dream about kissing George Clooney. Patting splashing-sweaty men in the back is not really my sort of thing.
I've been doing mind-numbing things lately, as obvious as it is from my rambling above, but I just got to the point where I chose to stop thinking. I had to decide what I was going to do about my impending trip to Florida to see my s-dad the same day Karen died, and started to feel the same way I do when I'm at the top of a very high roller-coaster looking straight down. It was at that point I made the choice to stop thinking. That and because of my phobia of airplanes and my shortage of time to try driving to Florida.
Since then I've been doing a lot of cataloging (I bought a scanner and some library software), organizing (which in my world means "turn the whole house upside down, feel overwhelmed, take a rest") and trying to help others. So I'll be trying to help raise a bit of money for Karen's daughter by selling some things. I was able to get the pink hat that she was wearing the day we met...
And that makes me happy.
G
2 comments:
Im sorry about your friend, and your step dad, I will keep her family, and yours in my prayers!
Hugs,
Jenn
OH SHIT.I HAD NO IDEA.I THOUGHT SHE WAS DOING OKAY.GOD IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY LAST WEEK.guess its been a couple.oh no.cell is on the fritz cause somebody forgot to pay it.ugh. drama rama over here.
but anyways are you around tomarrow.?oh golly g...sooo sorry.ugh.
so so so sorry.
ugh.yucky.
well i know you were a GREAT comfort in her last days and she was very lucky to have you on her team.at least now the pain is with those she left behind and not her.
i will be at your house if you say the word.
love love love you and will hmmm lets see home 661.670.9870.
jeez.call me.
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