it's not often i get the house to myself.
today it was all mine.
it was quiet. i loved it.
i watched a love movie, and ate sushi. it was fun. :O)
after the love movie i did a few loads of laundry, cleaned mirrors and TV screens.
son came over this morning and helped me bring an old dresser from his and his brothers old bedroom down the stairs and to my bedroom.I've shopped for months for a new dresser. they're either too expensive and small, or inexpensive and small. either way they're too small.........and not made very well. the dresser that son helped me to bring downstairs is an antique. it was my mother-in-laws, mothers......... has wooden wheels..............and huge, deep drawers. it's well made..........heavy and sturdy .it's not beautiful.........but neither is any of my other furniture...........i like it.
a work friend of mine passed away. she had a stroke a few days ago.........she died yesterday. it's just weird, you know? she's here, and then she's gone. she had a smile on her face most of the time..........a really nice person..............................and i know we're not guaranteed any amount of time on this earth.............she was only in her mid fifties............was in her prime........it's sad.
mom is doing well. daughter and i spent the late afternoon/early evening with her and dad yesterday. her left chest is bruised from the surgery........otherwise she is fine............she has stopped bleeding...........took 5 visits to the hospital, 10 units of blood, and 3 or 4 weeks time...........but finally it stopped.......she's feeling normal again.......
yesterday oldest son, daughter, and i went out for lunch and did a little shopping. oldest son is one of the nicest young guys in the world.............it's a good thing spending time with him...........
boyfriend is in Colorado visiting his family.
i miss him, but time away from each other is good. :O)
my boss called me yesterday to tell me "your baby died."my first thought was why would my boss call to tell me Mr bojangles died...............and how would she know he died.............................but she was referring to my favorite patient. most of the workers didn't find him to be very endearing..........i felt for him.........didn't want him to feel like he didn't have anyone to count on.........not that he couldn't depend on other staff.....he could........................................the day before he died, which was unexpected, he said to me "you love me, don't you, Sandy."
I'm glad he felt loved.
1 comment:
I love old furniture with a little wear on it, and old country homes with some wear on the floors that look like they have been lived and loved in/on, whatever.
Sure is a lot of dying going on, but at the fucking rate I'm going I'll die of old age before Dexter gets me.
Or any of these stupid cocksuckers on the internut I keep calling fucking idiots. :-)
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