I'm in a weird head space.
I don't know what to write. I don't know where to start. I don't know whether to lock this post, or whether to leave it open (and, if I do lock it, what filter to put it under).
I really just want to say the two things that happened in the last twenty four hours and then be done with it. To wit:
Thing one: Last night, Rob and I ended up having a long talk. We both showed up at the same party and, after an hour or so of being too chicken to approach one another, my friend Corinne pushed me to be brave and I went over there and we talked. It was good. When I said hello my legs were shaking so much that I was afraid I'd fall down; by the time I came home, I felt kind of calm.
Thing two: I'm home from spending the day with my Mom and my aunt. My aunt seems to be doing so much better since the last time I saw her. Maybe it really is just Alzheimer's after all (ha -- "just" Alzheimer's). My Great Aunt Anne and Great Uncle David were there too, and all five of us ended up going out to Kiva Han for cold drinks. We actually took Gayle out in public, something I couldn't have envisioned being a possibility a mere two weeks ago.
Last night, when I first got to the party, I saw the first star of the evening, and I made my wish: please, oh please, let things start to get better. I need things to start getting better. Is it possible that they have?
I really just want to say the two things that happened in the last twenty four hours and then be done with it. To wit:
Thing one: Last night, Rob and I ended up having a long talk. We both showed up at the same party and, after an hour or so of being too chicken to approach one another, my friend Corinne pushed me to be brave and I went over there and we talked. It was good. When I said hello my legs were shaking so much that I was afraid I'd fall down; by the time I came home, I felt kind of calm.
Thing two: I'm home from spending the day with my Mom and my aunt. My aunt seems to be doing so much better since the last time I saw her. Maybe it really is just Alzheimer's after all (ha -- "just" Alzheimer's). My Great Aunt Anne and Great Uncle David were there too, and all five of us ended up going out to Kiva Han for cold drinks. We actually took Gayle out in public, something I couldn't have envisioned being a possibility a mere two weeks ago.
Last night, when I first got to the party, I saw the first star of the evening, and I made my wish: please, oh please, let things start to get better. I need things to start getting better. Is it possible that they have?