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numberoneblindlong day.
...and a long story behind part of it. see, when my mom was my age, she babysat these 7 boys for this guy whose wife had killed herself. eventually, he remarried a woman who had two daughters of her own. now, we're really close with this family. Ollie (the father of the 7 boys) walked my mother down the aisle on her wedding day.
So anyway, the two girls who married into the family... yeah. Both in their 30's now. Laurie's a brittle diabetic and has been in and out of hospitals for the last 10 years. Tracey had cancer a while back, it seemed like it went away but now it relapsed. For the last week, Tracey's pretty much been on her deathbed... and then on Monday, something went wrong with Laurie and she was hospitalized, too.
Tracey died this afternoon. The whole family is in town, with Barb (her mother/the boys' stepmother), and they're all mourning. Laurie and Tracey were incredibly close, but she's in the hospital... she wasn't there when Tracey died, and now she can't be with her family because they're all off mourning elsewhere while she sits up in the hospital alone. And as unstable as Laurie's health is, she could die any time, really. So this family faces the possibility of losing two daughters in a week. And meanwhile Laurie just sits there alone...
So yeah, I don't know, that was kind of pointless, but yeah, kind of obviously on my mind. My mother and I went and visited Laurie today, we brought her a neck pillow thing because the hospital pillows combined with the oxygen tubes left her with sores on her ears and stuff. And she was the one who told my mother Tracey died, meh, because no one else had been able to get ahold of us. My mother's back up there now, she left at 8 and it's now 11:30 so I hope everything's alright, bleh. I think she's just kind of staying there, though, so Laurie doesn't have to be alone.
Anyway. Onto less-depressing things... after we left the hospital, my mom and I went to a birthday gathering-thing at Pedro's for Anne, who's Bree's stepmother and one of my mother's closest friends. We ate crappy Mexican food and Anne got into a drinking contest with the girlfriend of one of her sons. It was still going when we left, heh.
I got home and my father told me someone called, he didn't know who though, so I called the number back and it turned out to have been Alaina calling from Brent's cell phone, telling me to come down to Open Mic. So I went down there... Adam was having a hard time coming up with songs to do, and Alaina was already reading off a poem during part of his time slot, so I intruded further and played my cover of "3 Libras" during his slot as well. I did crappy, bleh.
After we performed there was this group of, I don't know... modern-day hippies or something. And they went up onstage, and the one guy started intoning his message of "peace... love.... understanding...." and he was taking himself SO seriously... Brent started snickering, so I elbowed him and whispered "Don't snerk at the hippies!" and then we both just lost it and scurried outside, where we proceeded to laugh insanely. We walked around the building laughing some more about it, at one point I was laughing so hard I almost fell over... and then we tried to go back in, but they were still up there, and we didn't last more than 30 seconds before hastily retreating outside to laugh about it some more. I don't know, there was just something so ridiculous about it... I mean, there was nothing wrong with their ideas, but... you know, you have to consider your cultural context when expecting to be taken seriously.... so yeah. The justification we developed for the laughter and the fleeing was "[We're] evil, snarky, mean, AND cowardly!" (it was actually "I'm" since we said that separately but yeah).
We were all going to go to the Chocolate Cafe or something, but me, Alaina, and Tricia got down there and it was closed, and Brent and Adam took forever to show up, so we sat in the car, with Tricia playing a cell phone game that involved ball-popping and all of us making bad-sounding comments about it and me and Alaina laughing ourselves sick. Finally they showed up, and Tricia went with them to her house, and I drove Alaina home. Spent the entire ride talking in really funny voices about entirely random things. And ball-popping. Heh. So yeah.
Whee. Long and pointless. ... I should sleep.
...and a long story behind part of it. see, when my mom was my age, she babysat these 7 boys for this guy whose wife had killed herself. eventually, he remarried a woman who had two daughters of her own. now, we're really close with this family. Ollie (the father of the 7 boys) walked my mother down the aisle on her wedding day.
So anyway, the two girls who married into the family... yeah. Both in their 30's now. Laurie's a brittle diabetic and has been in and out of hospitals for the last 10 years. Tracey had cancer a while back, it seemed like it went away but now it relapsed. For the last week, Tracey's pretty much been on her deathbed... and then on Monday, something went wrong with Laurie and she was hospitalized, too.
Tracey died this afternoon. The whole family is in town, with Barb (her mother/the boys' stepmother), and they're all mourning. Laurie and Tracey were incredibly close, but she's in the hospital... she wasn't there when Tracey died, and now she can't be with her family because they're all off mourning elsewhere while she sits up in the hospital alone. And as unstable as Laurie's health is, she could die any time, really. So this family faces the possibility of losing two daughters in a week. And meanwhile Laurie just sits there alone...
So yeah, I don't know, that was kind of pointless, but yeah, kind of obviously on my mind. My mother and I went and visited Laurie today, we brought her a neck pillow thing because the hospital pillows combined with the oxygen tubes left her with sores on her ears and stuff. And she was the one who told my mother Tracey died, meh, because no one else had been able to get ahold of us. My mother's back up there now, she left at 8 and it's now 11:30 so I hope everything's alright, bleh. I think she's just kind of staying there, though, so Laurie doesn't have to be alone.
Anyway. Onto less-depressing things... after we left the hospital, my mom and I went to a birthday gathering-thing at Pedro's for Anne, who's Bree's stepmother and one of my mother's closest friends. We ate crappy Mexican food and Anne got into a drinking contest with the girlfriend of one of her sons. It was still going when we left, heh.
I got home and my father told me someone called, he didn't know who though, so I called the number back and it turned out to have been Alaina calling from Brent's cell phone, telling me to come down to Open Mic. So I went down there... Adam was having a hard time coming up with songs to do, and Alaina was already reading off a poem during part of his time slot, so I intruded further and played my cover of "3 Libras" during his slot as well. I did crappy, bleh.
After we performed there was this group of, I don't know... modern-day hippies or something. And they went up onstage, and the one guy started intoning his message of "peace... love.... understanding...." and he was taking himself SO seriously... Brent started snickering, so I elbowed him and whispered "Don't snerk at the hippies!" and then we both just lost it and scurried outside, where we proceeded to laugh insanely. We walked around the building laughing some more about it, at one point I was laughing so hard I almost fell over... and then we tried to go back in, but they were still up there, and we didn't last more than 30 seconds before hastily retreating outside to laugh about it some more. I don't know, there was just something so ridiculous about it... I mean, there was nothing wrong with their ideas, but... you know, you have to consider your cultural context when expecting to be taken seriously.... so yeah. The justification we developed for the laughter and the fleeing was "[We're] evil, snarky, mean, AND cowardly!" (it was actually "I'm" since we said that separately but yeah).
We were all going to go to the Chocolate Cafe or something, but me, Alaina, and Tricia got down there and it was closed, and Brent and Adam took forever to show up, so we sat in the car, with Tricia playing a cell phone game that involved ball-popping and all of us making bad-sounding comments about it and me and Alaina laughing ourselves sick. Finally they showed up, and Tricia went with them to her house, and I drove Alaina home. Spent the entire ride talking in really funny voices about entirely random things. And ball-popping. Heh. So yeah.
Whee. Long and pointless. ... I should sleep.
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