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Fairytales for a Practical Princess - 2008-11-30
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3:49 p.m. - 2004-07-09
I’m learning not to judge the day by how I feel when I wake up. That’s actually the nadir of the day. After a restless night, anxiety dreams, and that my throat is a swollen tender mess in the morning, when I first wake up there is no balm in Gilead. I’m guessing the throat thing is from the Bell’s palsy. Saliva production is off, I can’t keep my mouth closed without concentrating, and weirdest of all my EAR is killing me. The lax muscles of my jaw and neck have pulled my ear and soft palate out of whack. It really really hurts to swallow. But after I’m up for a couple hours most of the aches and pains subside. I take my meds. Have a popsicle or two and I can deal. I paroled Mike today. Off he went this morning, tool boxes in hand and a big relieved grin on his face. He’s been working, but only in and around Wolf’s school day and Alex’s work schedule. It’s just about killed Mike to be here so much. He’s been taking Wolf along or working around the house with Wolf underfoot. Mike started to say something yesterday. Something about how difficult it was to get anything done with Wolf around. I cut him a look that fried his eyebrows off and said, “This is supposed to be NEWS? Who the heck do you think has been riding herd on him for the last 7 years? Poor you having to deal with a kid who’s potty trained, speaks well enough, and can mostly amuse himself nearby. No sympathy, pal. Not a smitch of it.” Mike closed his yap right quick. Never complain about child wrangling to someone who didn’t get to take a leak by herself for 4 years. Alex is going upstate this weekend. Hanging with a college friend. He and Dave are going to a Ren Faire. Plans were made long before I got so sick, it’s not like Alex is skiving off or anything. Besides, he’s been working his tushie to the bone and has been wonderful these past couple weeks. Cleaning, doing laundry, fetching stuff for me. Go, my son. Go and enjoy. Sun is a big no-no while on this antibiotic. I do the sunscreen thing, but when I’m able to garden I’m out there. You know what this means don’t you? I’m going to have to become a Vampire Gardener! I suppose it’s a good thing the neighbors don’t bother with us. I could just imagine what they’d think to see me piddling around in my garden at midnight. Not that I have any energy to garden right now, middle of the night or not. I can’t believe how tired I am. Maybe a whole lifetime of shorting sleep, working past capacity and never more than a day or two off a year has caught up. I’m resting! Honest! I haven’t washed a dish or swept a floor or made a bed in days. I hang out here in my chair, dozing and tooling around the Net. I nap when I can get away with it. I am the queen of the layabouts. Is anyone else sick of Tom Ridge and his melodramatic ‘warnings’? What’s the matter, Ridgie Boo? Nobody taking you sewiously? How about you come up with something more substantial than, “Yeah, there’s some bad guys and they want to bad things…um…somewhere…um…eventually.” Oh baby, national security at its finest. It’s this kind of well-documented and forthright thinking that is the hallmark of the Bush Administration. Their mommas must be so proud. Then again, maybe not. Has anyone seen Barbara Bush lately? Me neither. I have the feeling she’s holed up somewhere with her fingers in her ears going, “La La La I can’t hear you. Leave me alone. Not my fault. I had nothing more to do with that one after we dropped him off at the special school.” TGIF, ~LA
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