We had a cat (I know--everyone but me in the apartment had a cat. I just had a room) who loved elbows. Freakish fuck. Like, you didn't have to be wearing the piece of clothing, but he'd find the elbows and knead and frottage and just disgusting.
My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
My mother seems to be handling the cancer fiercely right now. I'm not sure that's the healthiest, but it's way better than many of the alternatives. I'm wondering if they explode at each other and don't tell me, because they all seem to be insane about everything. My sister is pretty much forcefeeding her, my father is totally coddling, and she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
From my perspective (which is admittedly not as a family member of a cancer patient), good for her!
Percy the Emo Cat is having an inappropriate relationship with a green plushy blanket on the couch
Amon had the same sort of reaction to a red plush blanket. We convinced ourselves that the occasional damp spot was from drool.
Leo kneads on and snuggles his face on the plushy blankets, too, especially if I'm under one of them. But he doesn't get all humpy.
The real downside of Percy's love is the fluffy green bits all over the floor and the couch.
she's pretty much about to flip them all the finger and walk herself to chemo, both ways uphill in the rain.
I'm with her. The only way I could keep at least a tenuous grasp on sanity was to deal with things my way.
In things that made my day better--I found someone in Redwood City who did electrical work and plumbing and handyman work and had good ratings on Angie's list, so I hired him to come in and fix a few things and do a few things like put up curtain rods and the towel rack that I could do but wouldn't for months and now my house love is back full force!
From my perspective (which is admittedly not as a family member of a cancer patient), good for her!
ita, then, the job you have is to listen, which is probably the hardest.
msbelle, I love the Downton pics. Thanks for posting them.
I am beyond tired and debating signing up Noah for baseball. K is against it. Noah wants to play, but is afraid, I think. And I think it would be good from a socialization perspective. It's not little league, THANK GOD, and we'd have other friends on the team. Maybe I just go to the meeting tomorrow?
Well, that she's fired up is good for her, though maybe hard on the homestead. In the abstraction, watching close families deal with stress in fascinating and sometimes hilarious in the knots they tie themselves into. Having been in it? Really damned hard.
Enh. Forget baseball. Tomorrow it's a parent's only meeting at 9 and I have N&G without any relief. That decides it.
