April 7, 2006
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Several of you asked and I forgot to mention: The sax player’s eyes, when he sang versus when he played, were like the difference I see when I look in my dog’s eyes versus my cat’s. Although there are times when my cat looks lovingly at me, usually it’s this animal to animal exchange we have. Whereas my dog seems to be more on my wavelength. The ”flat” look I saw on him, I don’t think I’ve seen before in a person. There was an intensity to it that was more about absence. Maybe when he plays he moves inside to a plane I couldn’t interface. I looked them up and they are a local band. Oddly enough the guitar player is playing alone, right up the street from my house, tomorrow night. If you knew how bizarre, how utterly unlikely that was, you’d be as impressed as I was. I didn’t even think they had music there.
The stock market treated me fairly well today, as it has all week, with the exception of a biotech stock I had to sell at a loss. That was a long shot anyway.
I cooked some wonderful meals today and I’m feeling extremely healthy. Also I have recorded everything that’s passed through these lips since my first weight watcher’s meeting two Mondays ago.
The other thing I’m doing is dancing. I’m practicing all the bellydance moves I can think of. I know better than to get out my Middle Eastern music. It’s too hard. It’s much easier to dance to American music that’s got a 4/4 rhythm.
I met Teresa at the dog park and we walked our dogs. I think the cane freaked her out but my knee doesn’t hurt nearly as much when I get home from a walk, if I’ve used it. Something about the uneven terrain in the field is bothersome.
I was over by my mother’s so I gave her a call. She didn’t want me to come over, said she didn’t need anything. She managed to find out who I’d talked to; probably wanted to know if we all knew about the accident. I guess the cop reported her to the DMV so now she’ll have to take the written, vision and driving tests. Thank goodness. I wonder if that letter goes to her immediately or if it’s the usual birthday notice you get, which would be October. I will call tomorrow to find out how that works. Because the sooner she figures out she can’t drive the sooner she’ll move out of that house and the sooner we can get it ready to sell.
I’m having an Easter dinner that she doesn’t know about. Hopefully we can get this figured out.
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If the police reported her she will have to take the test right away. Judi
what options are open to her? i’m glad the knee is enough better that you can walk the dog with a friend and do some gentle dancing. it has to be good for it and you to get out and move it!
Weight Watchers works really well! I’m too cheap and don’t care enough about it to do it right now. Steak, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, and a ton of bread didn’t help me any last night, but I didn’t stuff myself quite to the gills, only the upper fins. And my dad had half my steak anyway. I’m glad you’ve been walking. My poor dog is still walking once in a while (more often now that Mama’s back), and she doesn’t limp as much, but she stumbles or trips too often. My poor old pup. Stephen made her so happy with scraps of steak. Good luck with the market and with your family. My mom’s going to be a stubborn old broad in about forty years, but hopefully we won’t piss each other off too much before then. Hugs!
The “flat” look is the result from being in the “zone.”
Man, you put it out in the Universe and then BAMMO! here comes the answer.
I am having a wisdom tooth pulled the Friday before Easter, so I am thinking that I will be jealous of those eating…cause you know how I love to eat.
RYC: Thanks for all the info!
I love your description of the sax player’s eyes. . .very nice.
Gads, I can’t even imagine getting a letter that says your so old you have to re-take the driving test. Menopause is bad enough. Why do they make everything so damn depressing?
Hope your Easter plans are fun. We are getting together this Sunday (Palm Sunday) because everyone’s going to a spouse’s house for Easter. We seem to be ignoring Passover this year.
Lynn
I just read your posts including the one about your mom. It totally sounds like early case of dementia. That is what my grandfather that just passed had. He went through a stage where I felt like he was three years old – always asking my Nana for more water at the table and that he wanted to watch TV – from across the table not caring coversation was going on. He would stick his tounge out at you and giggle at other times. It got worse at times – he once saw a giraffe in the backyard and had other problems, but he had also lost him short term memory 5 years back due to a long story illness as a kid.
If your mom lives alone it is a normal thing to happen. And don’t expect them to take her drivers license away, the DMV is actually very helpful to old people including giving out drivers license to they can at least drive in their neightborhood on routes they know very well. Some one to monitor or drive your mom around might be a better idea. Good luck!
RYC: The Holy Ghost, in my understanding, is the representation of the spirit of God inside you. This is the voice or the conscience or the creative energy. It’s the life force that makes things happen. I guess Christians need the big bad Godhead of the Father, the all-loving-to-the-point-of-sacrifice human brother of the Son, and the real, everyday, deep, intangible Spirit. The Trinity is so important in most Christian traditions. I’m a bad Christian, I guess, because though the Trinity is a useful and powerful concept for me, it’s not a requirement of my faith. Kabbalah’s Sefirot has 10 faces of one God. Hinduism has hundreds of iterations of the Brahman. As for Steve’s videogames, I check him enough to make sure that they aren’t destructive. He knows they’re his vice, but he’s okay with it as long as it doesn’t mess up his sleep or his work or our relationship. It’s a delicate balance, but I think I need to be a little more accepting and he a little more receptive. And that’s happening
I love you, Prudy. Have a great weekend, and ask me or teach me anything!
I’m glad you don’t have to be “the bad guy” re: the DMV and your mom. Sounds like things will go in the general direction you wanted. What did you cook that was so healthy? I still have your broccoli/tofu/peanut butter recipe hanging on the frig to try.
Things are going to begin to come together ,,,your mom is now on the radar so to speak,,,,,Have an excellent easter,,,,
Well, you are going to see the guitar player aren’t you? It’s a good bet the sax player will be there to support his friend. I know a few boys in bands who often play out solo and the other lads show up for support almost always! And he’ll surely have band fliers that have new performance dates on them. Oh, can you tell it’s spring. I’m all excited to you to get those eyes again!
I should have read the posts in downward arder instead of up. It is good that she is taking the tests. Whoever could not agree will have to agree with the DMV.
Enjoy Easter dinner. I don’t remember having one, but we must have. They raised us Catholic. Maybe I was too hopped up on chocolate bunny ears and jelly beans. Probably so. I am attempting that recipe (you posted it earlier) this weekend. Haven’t had time to cook until now.
RYC: That’s ok… actually until too many people indicated they thought I was a guy, my profile pic was that of a movie star. I‘d rather look at him than me any day.
Yes Prudance…I think so too; I have felt all along that you are a cyber-kindred spirit. I have enjoyed getting to know you and I have always valued your imput. Good luck with your mom and your Easter dinner. Oh and I love sax players…they usually have beautiful and powerful lips.