August 25, 2009
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Last night we, I mean he, made an incredible steak stirfry. It was incredible to me, anyway. The stuff he wanted to put in seemed all wrong, but I’d loaned my sauce book to the husband who does all the cooking at my mother’s foster care home so I didn’t have my teriyaki recipe.
In went stuff like fish sauce and mustard and orange relish. Yuk, I thought, but it turned out great. Spirit cooks weird. I mean the way he went about it was all different from the way I learned. But, hey, I learned some new tricks.
I had lunch with the sister who drinks. I had just gotten out of the car when my brother pulled up. He has been prickly lately, and I have no idea why. But I was glad to see him, and he knew I would be, so that kind of soothed our ailing relationship. His girlfriend is in Greece so I don’t have her to tell me what he’s irritated about.
Anyway, he and I sat down and pretty soon Robi… showed up. The waitress comes and she orders a DOUBLE vodka, straight up. My brother and I exchange looks, along with the waitress, while my sister buries her head in the menu, knowing we are all shocked. Actually, I wasn’t but the waitress said “It’s not often that somebody orders that. Ha-ha.”
They went on to see my mother and I came home to get ready for work. He dropped by afterwards and I guess my mother is in really bad shape. They couldn’t even get any blood out of her this morning. Here she’s beat cancer, never taken her heart medicine so her ankles were the size of an elephant’s, tolerated unbelievable heart rates for prolonged periods of time, avoided the aneurysm from the blood clot that has completely occluded the right jugular after her stroke, and what’s probably gonna get her is the bed sore that is — You don’t want to know.
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Taking care of her is one thing, but at some point it’s her responsibility.
What does the Spirit tell you about her?
I had the same question Em has^. It doesn’t matter that I think the God is you, so far it seems to be pretty darned good at … wait. I am getting that it may have answered already? Bed sores.
A long time ago, a guitarist heard from my sister that I read cards and he asked to talk to me. He didn’t want his cards read. He seemed to only want to tell me things. What he told me was that people in the in between states of being, kids, pubescents, and the dying could be conduits for others to sight, or God and I think he even said “the universal vibe.” I remember nodding a lot and wondering why he told me. His own leg was withering away at the time, and now it is gone and he is called Walking Cane and pretty successful here on the blues circuit. I did wonder if in his state of change he was a conduit himself.
But now I wonder if your mother is after reading back. I have missed reading you but this time it seems better to have read them all in the same sitting. Not only does it feel like sitting down and having a nice time with you, it kind of gels together. But I could be projecting stuff too.
ryc: No thanks necessary. It’s selfish really. I try not to skip any of yours even if I skip for several weeks. It’s always a good read and a pleasurable thought provoking experience to catch up with your blog, Prudy. I don’t feel pressured to do it nor like I am obligating you to do it. Like all the things that can make blogging a stress are off the table and we are free. It’s a healthy thing to feel IMO. I think it was eons ago on my old blog when I wrote a silly entry about some soda I liked and you commented with the chemical breakdown of semen that I did not get at first. Yep. It was then that I felt at ease and knew I probably always would no matter how much shoe leather I might consume!