"There is great need for a sarcasm font."
Went to visit my mom. She’s going through a rough patch. When we arrived her beau was sleeping. She woke him and he made his way to the dinning room. The poor man... It broke my heart to see him like this. He’s lost so much weight, and above all, he’s yellow. Completely yellow. What do you say to someone, who’s yellow from head to toe, so frail that he can barely stand on his own, that he’s looking well? I don’t think so. I said: “you looked tan”. Yeah, talk about foot-in-mouth moment. It made him laugh, at least.
I went there with the idea to talk to him, to thank him for having been there and caring for my mother for the last nine years. Within five minutes with us, he made his way to the bathroom and once he came out he went back to bed.
It’s sad to see, and even sadder when I hear him say things like “once I get better”… he won’t… My mother knows it, we know it, and he does to but somehow hope is still present. We all know we’re dying, each day we live is a day closer to our death, but we don’t know how close the end is. He knows. He’s a good man, and I hate to see him suffer… Mrs. D. is doing more than just lurking, she has a good foot in the door, and I can only anticipate some hard times ahead for my mother.
Being an only child sucks at times like these, no one to spread the load with.
Dear Mrs. D.,
You are one popular lady. Everyone I know has met you at some point in time. I wish I could say that people like you, but it would be a lie. You are not liked. You are feared, really. I wish we could see your good sides, but at times it feels like you don’t really have that many. You are known for your undiscriminating manners and for your lack of pity. Some say you’re cold and heartless. I would tend to agree with them. I do know you serve a great purpose, but at times I hate to think what lesson you have in store for me. Even if I do know that you are part of our lives, it doesn’t make it easier for any of us to accept your presence. Despite my best effort to befriend you, I’m realising that it is useless, since you darn well do as you please. You are one cold bitch, there’s no doubt about that! I wish there was a way to get rid of you, but there isn’t. You are here to stay. I know that. It doesn’t make your upcoming visit any easier. I know I don’t want to see you again. You’ve hurt me in the past, and even if I know that I’ll be seeing more and more of you, it doesn’t make it feel right or better in any way, quite the contrary. I hate knowing you’re waiting around the corner. I wish I could believe that things will be better after your visit, but they rarely are. Not at first anyway. It sucks. It really does and I sure hope this visit will be your last one for a long while, at least.
Sincerely wishing you’d stop lurking,
Stinkypaw =^..^=
Can you believe that we’re already starting the last week of August? I can’t believe it myself. Where did the summer go? We had a good weekend. We took it easy, had dinner with some friends on Saturday, took it easy as well on Sunday, did the minimum required i.e. a bit of laundry and some errands. It felt good to be home and enjoying each other’s company. I love spending time with my husband.
Today, I started my day with going for a nice massage. I felt like a needed one, so I booked one and made my way there. Ninety minutes of pain, but oh, so worth it. I say pain, because the therapist I’m seeing is very “deep-tissue”. Personally that’s the type I love. I have a husband for caresses, I want those muscles to be shaken up and she did just that! My shoulders feel so relaxed.
At the moment, our home smells delicious. Why you may ask? There’s a bit pot of blueberry-apple butter softly boiling on our stove. Last week, I had bought a little basket of apples, from here, so instead of wasting them I decided to make some “jam” with them. I don’t eat apples too much; their acidity affects my gums. Since I have lots of wild blueberries (that my mother hand picked) frozen, it was the prefect combo. There’s no better smell combination, really, than cinnamon and nutmeg. And with apples… yummy!
Hope your weekend was good as well & your week even better! Tata!
I so remember biting the tip off those wax bottles and having wax stuck in between my teeth... The bag of little red fishes looks interesting, a swedish treat! I didn't know Preppygirl is 1/4 Swed, the things I'm learning through this Food Exchange!!
I wanted to write about the wonderful, lazy weekend we’ve had, but now I’m not so sure…
I spoke with my mother earlier, for the third time this week; we normally speak once a week. Her beau isn’t doing well. Two years ago he had some serious health issues when his kidneys shot down. Since then he’s been going to dialysis three times a week. My mother lives one hour away from Montréal, and we don’t see each other that often. Why? No particular reason really other that we both have lives, and are both living them. Since we don’t see them everyday we notice changes more. The last times we’ve seen them we thought that her beau had aged a lot, he seemed weak and had loss weight. After his dialysis last Tuesday they kept him in. They wanted to run some tests. They did, the final results are not in, but it doesn’t look good. He’s older than my mother, and last time they came over, he told Hubby that if it were up to him alone he would have given up… He was still here because of my mother.
He was allowed to go home for the weekend. They talked openly about his situation and he decided that if he’s diagnosed with cancer he will refuse all treatments and he also wants to stop his dialysis. During their conversation he told my mother the exact same phrase my father had told her before he committed suicide: “It’s hard to leave behind someone you love…”
She feels abandoned, like anyone facing death; frustrated with God for not answering her prayers; scared to be alone, and sad to see him sick and suffering. While we were talking I told her, just like I had for my father, it might be time for her to let him go. It's not easy to hear your mother in tears, no matter how old you are.
He’s a good man and doesn’t deserve to die in pain. I’m sorry for both of them. They’ve had a good nine years together, and I truly hope he won’t suffer. At times, it does feel like no matter what, shit will be coming our way no matter how much we try to avoid it...
When we decided to get married, Hubby asked a good friend of his to be his best man and I asked his girlfriend to be my matron of honour. They both accepted. Only them and my mother made the trip especially for the wedding, the rest of our guests were there for a karate seminar (we combined attending the seminar and getting married in Hawaii) or local friends.
They took their role very seriously. They respected our wishes of not wanting individual stags, but a party with friends. That was such a fun evening; games, good food and friends, what more can we asked for? They gave up their yearly cycling tour to attend our wedding, which was a big thing since we knew how much they loved that tour. They took us out on our last night “being single” in Waikiki, and were very helpful in Hawaii and in Montreal for our second reception, where more than 100 people attended. They were and still are good friends.
Last night we had a good dinner with them. They took us out for our anniversary. They’ve been doing this since our wedding, every year.They also give us an anniversary gift:
The first year, the paper anniversary: a nice gift certificate for a weekend getaway.
The second year, the cotton anniversary: a gorgeous love throw.
The third year, the leather anniversary: a unique mirror framed in leather.
The fourth, the flowers anniversary: a beautiful vase with flowers.
The firth year, the wood anniversary: a cute couple of wooden cats about 2’ tall.
The sixth year, the iron anniversary: a beautiful wind chime.
The seventh year, the copper anniversary: a beautiful copper fondue set.
And this year, the pottery anniversary: a lovely kitties couple.
Remember last year I had done a post about all the cats in our house? It dawn on me last night that a lot of those I didn’t buy myself, they were gifts!
Through the years she became an even better friend, someone I can trust and count on. We don't see them much in the summer because they are always on their boat every free moments they have, and I just don't do boats... I feel sick just looking at them. I'm happy they are part of our lives. With friends like them who needs relatives!
I opened hers first because she had mentioned that she had put some frozen pack inside of it, hoping it would get here in one piece. I was happily surprised when I saw the postcard and nice card showing their town square and even more so when I saw the fudge! I love fudge, no matter what colour (for future reference. Hee. )! I quickly put it in the fridge, and thanked my good fortune for not having a sweet loving husband!
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We managed to finally find our bathroom fixture. We’ve only been here for a year! ;-) I can hardly believe that it's already installed. In the past, it would have ended up in the garage and sat there for a while, a long while before Hubby would actually think of installing it. There is a good side to be space confine! 
