peace & quiet
i managed to get out of the house for an hour or two today, for a drive around town and a trip to the umbrella factory, where i fed some honking geese while the emus kept to themselves in the far sunny corner of their yard. the geese honked at me, and in my best penguin/dick cheney imitation i honked back, and we went back and forth several times. bought a huge scarf i'm going to turn into a skirt and a smaller scarf as well, at small axe. love that place.
my aunt has been taken to the hospital on the advice of the visiting nurse, who when she came here would not admit my aunt to their service. both my mother and i could barely move her, i don't know what my mother was thinking. of course while the nurse and i are trying to convince my mother of the fact that there is too much care needed to have her here, well, things didn't go so well. twice this weekend it has been remarked to me that my mother "is a saint", and all i can think is, she shows you what she wants you to see.
you can be fooled, i think, by someone being frail and fragile like my aunt is now, but she is the same mean-spirited bully she's always been. and that is why she wants to stay with my mother, so she can bully her into letting her do whatever, and who cares about what it means for anyone else. it's the same meanstreak my mother has. i picked it up and have spent my life getting rid of it, and it's utter poison to be around.
i cannot wait to get the hell out of here tomorrow. i should never have come.
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at some point today while the shit was hitting the fan here i suddenly became obsessed with new pretty girly icons and uploaded like 30 of them. they are pretty & soothing to look at.
my aunt has been taken to the hospital on the advice of the visiting nurse, who when she came here would not admit my aunt to their service. both my mother and i could barely move her, i don't know what my mother was thinking. of course while the nurse and i are trying to convince my mother of the fact that there is too much care needed to have her here, well, things didn't go so well. twice this weekend it has been remarked to me that my mother "is a saint", and all i can think is, she shows you what she wants you to see.
you can be fooled, i think, by someone being frail and fragile like my aunt is now, but she is the same mean-spirited bully she's always been. and that is why she wants to stay with my mother, so she can bully her into letting her do whatever, and who cares about what it means for anyone else. it's the same meanstreak my mother has. i picked it up and have spent my life getting rid of it, and it's utter poison to be around.
i cannot wait to get the hell out of here tomorrow. i should never have come.
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at some point today while the shit was hitting the fan here i suddenly became obsessed with new pretty girly icons and uploaded like 30 of them. they are pretty & soothing to look at.