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I was awakened veryy early (about 5:45 A.M.) by my mom crutching down the hallway. She says she gets bored and restless in bed just watching TV, and she wanted the newspaper so she could do the word jumble, crossword puzzle, and sudoku. So I'm up, I get the paper, let the cats out, refill the cats' food bowl on the front porch, let the cats back in, and then I'm back on the couch. I try to fall back asleep, but I am kept awake by a noise I had assumed was one of the cats rattling around in the litter box (which has a cover/lid on it). Turns out our neighbors were having their roof fixed up, and the crew got hard to work at 7:00 A.M.
Damn.
So I got up and had my breakfast with my mom. I don't know if it was from how she as raised, but she seems insistent on not only asking me to do things, but advising me on what to do as I perform each task. I am patient about it though...or rather, I am used to it by now. Sometimes I feel as though she has forgotten I had lived here for 18 years of my life, and that I know all her habits, ticks, and cadence. After we eat breakfast I try to lie back down, but the noise of the men working on the roof next door keeps me up. I look at it in a different light to make things better: at least I did not have to wake up today at 5:00 A.M. to re-roof a house all day starting at 7:00 A.M.
I get up from the couch again and move to the other.
I read some of The Lord of the Flies, and it reminds me of being very young.
I read some of World War Z, and I wonder if we are trading our real heroes for imaginary ones.
I read some Smoke and Mirrors, and I am left with a feeling of nostalgia.
I am reminded again of how similar I find books to be to video games. While both can certainly be thought-provoking and have some redeeming qualities, they are both a form of escape.
I decide to lay on the couch again, however this time I steal a patented move and place another pillow on top of my head.
Now I understand why that is so useful.
I fall fast asleep, from 8:00 A.M. to 12:00 P.M.
My mom wakes me up again and asks if I always sleep in this late, since she had not seen me up reading.
We have some lunch and then make arrangements to take her along to the store for some simple shopping, as well as take the wheelchair out for a test-run.
Even when crippled my mother tries to do everything herself. I constantly have to shush her away from trying to do multiple things, as it's the easiest way to become uncoordinated, and injure one's self unintentionally. That, and I thoroughly enjoy telling her she has to just sit put and do nothing. I think that, with years of being mother, she is used to the polar-opposite being true.
Going to the store went as smoothly as it could have gone, and she made it known many times that she was grateful for my help and patience with everything. And it's no problem....you might even say we were bonding a little, in some way. Especially when I got to make a bad pun today. She had also noticed how odd it felt in that she was obligatied to do as little as possible, and everything else (driving around, cooking, cleaning, caring for the cats) was relegated to me. "Well, I guess you could say the cast is on the other foot" (since I'd broken my right ankle about 2 years ago).
Between then and dinner I practiced my guitar for about 2 hours while my mom laid on the couch listening, and petting Melvin.
He is getting old. I can see it in his face, his posture, how he moves around, and the sound in his breathing. He is certainly well-seasoned for a domestic cat. I am hoping to have the remainder of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" memorized before I leave here on Wednesday.
Tonight we had fish for dinner, as it's really the only real meal I've learned to cook aside from the routine items my Dad makes. While we were at the store we had them put some cajun rub on it, and it tasted absolutely delectible. Spicy, but not too spicy, and the increase in spiciness was not sudden but gradual. It was excellent.
There are plans for later tonight as well. Joe Klatt messaged me yesterday on Yahoo Messenger and asked if I wanted to go see some live music, to which I immediately said yes. I love live music, of all kinds. When the band up on stage can play well together, there's a different kind of energy to the music altogether. It becomes something holistic, really. So tonight's band is a Funk/Rock/Reggae band called Stereo Earth. It should be fun, and interesting. They have a song called "Kung-Fu Guitar" and it vaguely reminds me of Frank Zappa.
It almost makes me want to try being in a band again...but at the least, I'm waiting until I finish school to consider such an undertaking again.
I have brought along a music book with blank sheets to write out a song I have been working on, and so far I am pleased with it.
Damn. I forgot to setup the printer today. I need to make a reminder to do that, and get my app. in to FTB. I keep forgetting it. I think I'll do that, and go by the thermal plant at CSUS to see if that position is open yet.
School starts in ten days.
Damn.
So I got up and had my breakfast with my mom. I don't know if it was from how she as raised, but she seems insistent on not only asking me to do things, but advising me on what to do as I perform each task. I am patient about it though...or rather, I am used to it by now. Sometimes I feel as though she has forgotten I had lived here for 18 years of my life, and that I know all her habits, ticks, and cadence. After we eat breakfast I try to lie back down, but the noise of the men working on the roof next door keeps me up. I look at it in a different light to make things better: at least I did not have to wake up today at 5:00 A.M. to re-roof a house all day starting at 7:00 A.M.
I get up from the couch again and move to the other.
I read some of The Lord of the Flies, and it reminds me of being very young.
I read some of World War Z, and I wonder if we are trading our real heroes for imaginary ones.
I read some Smoke and Mirrors, and I am left with a feeling of nostalgia.
I am reminded again of how similar I find books to be to video games. While both can certainly be thought-provoking and have some redeeming qualities, they are both a form of escape.
I decide to lay on the couch again, however this time I steal a patented move and place another pillow on top of my head.
Now I understand why that is so useful.
I fall fast asleep, from 8:00 A.M. to 12:00 P.M.
My mom wakes me up again and asks if I always sleep in this late, since she had not seen me up reading.
We have some lunch and then make arrangements to take her along to the store for some simple shopping, as well as take the wheelchair out for a test-run.
Even when crippled my mother tries to do everything herself. I constantly have to shush her away from trying to do multiple things, as it's the easiest way to become uncoordinated, and injure one's self unintentionally. That, and I thoroughly enjoy telling her she has to just sit put and do nothing. I think that, with years of being mother, she is used to the polar-opposite being true.
Going to the store went as smoothly as it could have gone, and she made it known many times that she was grateful for my help and patience with everything. And it's no problem....you might even say we were bonding a little, in some way. Especially when I got to make a bad pun today. She had also noticed how odd it felt in that she was obligatied to do as little as possible, and everything else (driving around, cooking, cleaning, caring for the cats) was relegated to me. "Well, I guess you could say the cast is on the other foot" (since I'd broken my right ankle about 2 years ago).
Between then and dinner I practiced my guitar for about 2 hours while my mom laid on the couch listening, and petting Melvin.
He is getting old. I can see it in his face, his posture, how he moves around, and the sound in his breathing. He is certainly well-seasoned for a domestic cat. I am hoping to have the remainder of "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring" memorized before I leave here on Wednesday.
Tonight we had fish for dinner, as it's really the only real meal I've learned to cook aside from the routine items my Dad makes. While we were at the store we had them put some cajun rub on it, and it tasted absolutely delectible. Spicy, but not too spicy, and the increase in spiciness was not sudden but gradual. It was excellent.
There are plans for later tonight as well. Joe Klatt messaged me yesterday on Yahoo Messenger and asked if I wanted to go see some live music, to which I immediately said yes. I love live music, of all kinds. When the band up on stage can play well together, there's a different kind of energy to the music altogether. It becomes something holistic, really. So tonight's band is a Funk/Rock/Reggae band called Stereo Earth. It should be fun, and interesting. They have a song called "Kung-Fu Guitar" and it vaguely reminds me of Frank Zappa.
It almost makes me want to try being in a band again...but at the least, I'm waiting until I finish school to consider such an undertaking again.
I have brought along a music book with blank sheets to write out a song I have been working on, and so far I am pleased with it.
Damn. I forgot to setup the printer today. I need to make a reminder to do that, and get my app. in to FTB. I keep forgetting it. I think I'll do that, and go by the thermal plant at CSUS to see if that position is open yet.
School starts in ten days.