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bluegreen17) wrote2002-09-24 10:19 pm
bluegreen17) wrote2002-09-24 10:19 pm
official vacation day 1: 1 temper lost
merde.
i'm mad at myself.
well,i shouldn't be so tough on myself,because i've been cheery with mom and entertaining (not literally every second of the day,but in a manner of speaking and i definitely have spent some time with her) all day.
i made the mistake of telling mom this afternoon that i was going to the video store and i could drive her to the pharmacy when i went.i didn't tell her any particular time,and this being my vacation,i was lazily sauntering through my day. i think she sat there with her pocketbook waiting for about three hours (she was in front of the tv,so it's not like i was leaving her waiting on the curb or anything). when i finally noticed,i told her the bus wasn't leaving yet and she should relax. i was waiting for my dryer to stop and i usually get the clothes out of the dryer right away...it's better than having to iron them!
anyway,so we finally go,i park near the pharmacy and walk over to the video store and tell mom i'll meet her in a while. it was cheap video day but i had a heck of a time finding anything that didn't look like crap that i hadn't already seen that i felt like seeing. (i'm sooo demanding!)
i got something called 'stolen summer' that i guess was on hbo. hey,there was a picture of aidan quinn in a firemen's hat on the back...that's worth double points,for aidan and firemen! hot! (sorry.)
i also got ice storm and don juan demarco. so we'll see.
there was something else i wanted to see but i can't stand the actor who was the main character so i passed on it even though the story looked good.
oh,yeah,it was this thing called druids and being a druid myself (shhh...it's a secret. my druid name is littleoak...i'm on the lowest rung of the highest part of the hierarchy)
but it was starring christopher lambert and i don't like him because i don't think he can act. i'm sure they could have found some fine scotsman to play in the movie highlander...it's not like there is a dearth of talent in bonny auld alba.
(i tried to find a good swear word in my scots dictionary,but didn't come up with anything good...i haven't seen an equivalent to the book called merde which gives some good swear words in french (though i know some good ones from my parents and grandparents anyway,in french that is))
now where was i before i wandered off? oh,yeah,so i then i met mom back at the car and then she decides as i'm driving out the exit,to tell me she wants to go to the grocery store and by now it's too late to turn around. (not only that,but as far as i'm concerned,it was within walking distance of where i parked in front of the drugstore.) so i'm swearing and flustered because she's always telling me stuff at the last minute like that...i could be late for my own wedding (or more likely,elopement) and she'd say 'oh,can you go out and buy me a loaf of bread? i'm all out and i want a piece of toast'. well,she wouldn't say that,at least not intelligibly,but she would MEAN that and would convey as best she could,and then i'd be late for my own wedding,the groom would think i didn't love him,he would kill himself and then i'd kill myself. but wait,i've been pissy but not suicidal lately,but anyway,i think that's somebody else...i haven't found anyone to elope with yet. i havent' found a prom date either,but i don't care. no really,about the prom date...i was kinda relieved that my high school boyfriend and i broke up in february so i didn't have to go to the prom. i hate dressing up that much! but of course,that was a few years ago. i still want to elope and get handfasted (i dont want to have my throat sliced by a cruel anglish soldier though,even if it would start a revolution that would free my country from the tyranny of king george...sorry,im just not that dedicated.)
um,so...where was i...oh,yeah,so they were on the side of the cliff hanging by a piece of rope that was slowly fraying...
uh,so i yelled at mom and i actually turned out into traffic without really paying much attention and i didn't really have time because the damn barbarians that i share the planet with were speeding as usual,but usually i let them go by instead of cutting in front of them like a lady older than i am because i was so distracted. so i felt kind of stupid and realized that was a dumb driving mistake,and i'm not letting mom drive to protect her! well,usually i'm much more alert and not swearing at my poor mother.
hey,i was patient with her all day. we went out for a nice walk. it was the kind of fall day i was hoping for when i chose this week for my vacation. we sat out in the yard for a little while on a big stone slab that we use for a bench in front of our building,and it was nice with the warm sun.
well,i have my typical after supper stomach pain. i was doing just fine until i tried to cut down my medication about a month ago,and i've been sick ever since,even though i'm back on the same medication that used to work. very frustrating. it means another trip to the doctor. i'm pretty fed up with cutting things out of my diet. i don't want to live on crackers and soup,even though i sometimes get sick after eating those too.i hate oatmeal. i probably said this before,but it's not so much the discomfort and pain,though that is very annoying,but it's a worry that something is seriously wrong and i may also be eroding my esophagus,which is very very serious. but i dont' know when i can have some tests done. probably not until mom is settled and that may be months. and if it's after the first of the year,i have to pay my yearly deductible of $200 and if i have that expensive test,i'll have to pay that whole deductible in one shot. i still have to figure out how to save for my car insurance payment in february. things look grim,but not quite dickensian yet. you no longer go to the poorhouse or australia...you just end up on the street. do you think they'd send me to australia if i asked? or maybe canada would be better for me. they have socialized medicine i think,but that has it's pros and cons. i can walk to canada if i no longer have a car. it's just a little ways north of here though its the french speaking part and i don't really speak french except for swearing and i know 'potat' and a few other words in canadian french,but that may be a problem. i can't tell them i have an uncle who's a priest in montreal because he's dead now and my other uncle who was a priest left the priesthood and married an ex-nun (i'm not making this up.) they later divorced. so i dont' know any relatives in canada anymore.
well,i never liked gortouns (however you spell it) anyway,that horrible pork spread my memere (grandmother) used to make that i thought tasted like dog food. those canadian french are way too fond of pork...i dont like tortielle or however you spell those either. i once ate a piece after midnight mass when we had our revillion (however you spell it) and that was probably my introduction to heartburn. how the hell are you supposed to digest pork pie at 2 a.m. on christmas morning? sacre bleu!
eh,enough for now. i'm going to have a couple of glasses of water and if that doesn't make me feel better i'll have some more ginger.
i'm mad at myself.
well,i shouldn't be so tough on myself,because i've been cheery with mom and entertaining (not literally every second of the day,but in a manner of speaking and i definitely have spent some time with her) all day.
i made the mistake of telling mom this afternoon that i was going to the video store and i could drive her to the pharmacy when i went.i didn't tell her any particular time,and this being my vacation,i was lazily sauntering through my day. i think she sat there with her pocketbook waiting for about three hours (she was in front of the tv,so it's not like i was leaving her waiting on the curb or anything). when i finally noticed,i told her the bus wasn't leaving yet and she should relax. i was waiting for my dryer to stop and i usually get the clothes out of the dryer right away...it's better than having to iron them!
anyway,so we finally go,i park near the pharmacy and walk over to the video store and tell mom i'll meet her in a while. it was cheap video day but i had a heck of a time finding anything that didn't look like crap that i hadn't already seen that i felt like seeing. (i'm sooo demanding!)
i got something called 'stolen summer' that i guess was on hbo. hey,there was a picture of aidan quinn in a firemen's hat on the back...that's worth double points,for aidan and firemen! hot! (sorry.)
i also got ice storm and don juan demarco. so we'll see.
there was something else i wanted to see but i can't stand the actor who was the main character so i passed on it even though the story looked good.
oh,yeah,it was this thing called druids and being a druid myself (shhh...it's a secret. my druid name is littleoak...i'm on the lowest rung of the highest part of the hierarchy)
but it was starring christopher lambert and i don't like him because i don't think he can act. i'm sure they could have found some fine scotsman to play in the movie highlander...it's not like there is a dearth of talent in bonny auld alba.
(i tried to find a good swear word in my scots dictionary,but didn't come up with anything good...i haven't seen an equivalent to the book called merde which gives some good swear words in french (though i know some good ones from my parents and grandparents anyway,in french that is))
now where was i before i wandered off? oh,yeah,so i then i met mom back at the car and then she decides as i'm driving out the exit,to tell me she wants to go to the grocery store and by now it's too late to turn around. (not only that,but as far as i'm concerned,it was within walking distance of where i parked in front of the drugstore.) so i'm swearing and flustered because she's always telling me stuff at the last minute like that...i could be late for my own wedding (or more likely,elopement) and she'd say 'oh,can you go out and buy me a loaf of bread? i'm all out and i want a piece of toast'. well,she wouldn't say that,at least not intelligibly,but she would MEAN that and would convey as best she could,and then i'd be late for my own wedding,the groom would think i didn't love him,he would kill himself and then i'd kill myself. but wait,i've been pissy but not suicidal lately,but anyway,i think that's somebody else...i haven't found anyone to elope with yet. i havent' found a prom date either,but i don't care. no really,about the prom date...i was kinda relieved that my high school boyfriend and i broke up in february so i didn't have to go to the prom. i hate dressing up that much! but of course,that was a few years ago. i still want to elope and get handfasted (i dont want to have my throat sliced by a cruel anglish soldier though,even if it would start a revolution that would free my country from the tyranny of king george...sorry,im just not that dedicated.)
um,so...where was i...oh,yeah,so they were on the side of the cliff hanging by a piece of rope that was slowly fraying...
uh,so i yelled at mom and i actually turned out into traffic without really paying much attention and i didn't really have time because the damn barbarians that i share the planet with were speeding as usual,but usually i let them go by instead of cutting in front of them like a lady older than i am because i was so distracted. so i felt kind of stupid and realized that was a dumb driving mistake,and i'm not letting mom drive to protect her! well,usually i'm much more alert and not swearing at my poor mother.
hey,i was patient with her all day. we went out for a nice walk. it was the kind of fall day i was hoping for when i chose this week for my vacation. we sat out in the yard for a little while on a big stone slab that we use for a bench in front of our building,and it was nice with the warm sun.
well,i have my typical after supper stomach pain. i was doing just fine until i tried to cut down my medication about a month ago,and i've been sick ever since,even though i'm back on the same medication that used to work. very frustrating. it means another trip to the doctor. i'm pretty fed up with cutting things out of my diet. i don't want to live on crackers and soup,even though i sometimes get sick after eating those too.i hate oatmeal. i probably said this before,but it's not so much the discomfort and pain,though that is very annoying,but it's a worry that something is seriously wrong and i may also be eroding my esophagus,which is very very serious. but i dont' know when i can have some tests done. probably not until mom is settled and that may be months. and if it's after the first of the year,i have to pay my yearly deductible of $200 and if i have that expensive test,i'll have to pay that whole deductible in one shot. i still have to figure out how to save for my car insurance payment in february. things look grim,but not quite dickensian yet. you no longer go to the poorhouse or australia...you just end up on the street. do you think they'd send me to australia if i asked? or maybe canada would be better for me. they have socialized medicine i think,but that has it's pros and cons. i can walk to canada if i no longer have a car. it's just a little ways north of here though its the french speaking part and i don't really speak french except for swearing and i know 'potat' and a few other words in canadian french,but that may be a problem. i can't tell them i have an uncle who's a priest in montreal because he's dead now and my other uncle who was a priest left the priesthood and married an ex-nun (i'm not making this up.) they later divorced. so i dont' know any relatives in canada anymore.
well,i never liked gortouns (however you spell it) anyway,that horrible pork spread my memere (grandmother) used to make that i thought tasted like dog food. those canadian french are way too fond of pork...i dont like tortielle or however you spell those either. i once ate a piece after midnight mass when we had our revillion (however you spell it) and that was probably my introduction to heartburn. how the hell are you supposed to digest pork pie at 2 a.m. on christmas morning? sacre bleu!
eh,enough for now. i'm going to have a couple of glasses of water and if that doesn't make me feel better i'll have some more ginger.