August hasn't been an easy month. Not horrific (well, for the most part) just difficult.
One thing has been the changing of plans every day. Billy still hasn't gotten here and I could've seen Strider but for plans, new plans and change of plans. Billy has had a terrible time with getting his meds from CVS and finally at my bitching changed drug stores. Then there was an issue in registering his new car (a Nissan Murano), then I got wicked sick, and we missed Phoebe Muffinpants' wedding. Then Tuesday I got no sleep and he had 9" of rain fall in one day. The falling limbs missed his new car but are all over his yard. Then Wednesday night he got no sleep. (And here's the true freakiness of that- at 4 a.m. today he was woken by MaryAlice's voice saying, "Hello?" He couldn't get back to sleep. At 9a, I was woken by MaryAlice's voice saying, "Hello?" In my zombie sleep mode, I responded, "Thanks, Mac." We were both surprised, but I was even more surprised that lifelong skeptic Billy would tell me such a thing.) Since tomorrow starts the weekend, we're now planning next Tuesday for arrival. As it turns out, it's a good thing he's down there, as Chiefy was rushed to the hospital today. CVS didn't have his meds for a week and now he's in CP in New York. So it's all for the better, and who knows maybe that's why Mac yelled hello at us. His sofabed is open and dressed, whenever he arrives.
The sofa story is too upsetting to recount. Let's just say there are 2 guys I may never speak to again and 2 guys (Paul and Mike) who are always, always there when I need them. And I think the only times they see each other is when I need help. Bless 'em. And thanks for the Irish single malt, Mike!
But there has been darker news lately- the police killings here in the US are escalating. Our militarized robocops are out of control and brutalizing protesters, creating news blackouts and making no fly zones. I don't know where this will end.
Or look at what's going on almost everywhere on the planet, if you can stand to look at it.
And Robin Williams kills himself. It hit me like a meat hook to the gut. I get sad when a celebrity I love passes, but this one put me down. I cried buckets for 2 days; just a few tears today. Why it affected me so I have no idea. I didn't know him. I met him once at the "Dead Poets Society" premiere and he was so sweet it wasn't like meeting a star at all. Over the last 35 years, he lifted me out of many a funk. I wish I could've returned the favor. So very, very sad to lose him.
The next day Lauren Bacall died. The last of the cool old movie gals. Here's looking at you, kid.
But life goes on for those still breathing. MaryEllen's surgery went well and she starts chemo Monday. She's in good spirits and looks better than she has in months. Emily's son has both his hips adjusted and his tendons lengthened tomorrow. Poor kid. He can't even speak to express his pain.This should help him, and they may still be able to get up here later in the year. We'll see how it goes. Bruce, whom I haven't seen in 32 years, is coming by on September 12th. When I last saw him I'd just graduated culinary school and went to my Mom's house to make dinner for us all. That was several lifetimes ago. His book is out and I'll be so happy to have him sign it! I'm writing regularly, and not shirking it. Without jinxing it, the WIP is coming along. Beest is a bit tubbier but still her charming self and still biting all the fur off her belly. There are projects to be done, things to help out with and Fall is coming. In spite of everything, life goes on, and that's good.
I hope life is treating you well. x
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Goodness what a mixed bag. I hope your wicked sickness has learnt some manners and have fingers/toes/eyes crossed for everyone else in your life.
And ache for yet another person lost to suicide. I so hope he has finally found peace.
Losing Lauren Bacall is another big loss. Classy and dignified - in a way which seems to have largely disappeared.
Looking forward to getting my mitts on your WIP.
Wow. Lots of events well-accounted, Austan. I recall, about a year and a half back, commenting that Mary Alice's character suggested an influence with no identifiable end. I perceive I was correct. What an indomitable spirit --you are most fortunate.
The world has gone mad and there is little that can be done other than hoping for the best. Hate will always exist and with the rise of social media, it seems to be spreading 100 fold. I try not to watch/read about most of it but deal with what is local and personal. There, I can do the most good.
I hope Billy makes it up there next week and you have a wonderful reunion with an old friend. That should definitely be fun and interesting. Until we hear from you again, stay healthy, Laura. You are a force always out there fighting the good fight.
I think the whole planet is in a freakin' spinning funk these days. It makes me feel guilty to express the minor complaints I have when I see what goes on all around me.
The loss of Robin Williams threw a lot us for a loop...I hope he's at peace now.
I wonder if a lot of what is happening around the earth and close to home and in our immediate lives isn't due to some rebellion of the planet itself to get rid of us pesky parasites and start fresh? And yes, that super moon probably had an influence as well.
Nice to see you back here again.
It's good to get an update from you, kiddo. I hope the visit comes off just as planned next week. No more snafus. Sounds like you could use a really good visit, with or without the single malt.
I'm glad to hear you're still working on that WIP. Looking forward to reading it some day.
Happy weekend!
Oh, dear. I'm sorry it's been such a difficult week.
I hope next week goes better for you and you do get your visit as planned.
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