utterly twitterpated

.....okay, i'm not. Actually, my love life is sort of at a standstill. i simply like the phrase, "utterly twitterpated." Living now in the world of real estate, i miss the world of english more and more.

i drove past the formal gown shop at the bottom of the hill near where i work, and realized that i want to skip valentine's day this year.

i'm attempting to update this, largely to make happy one of my closest friends, who not only appears to read it, but actually requests that it be updated. In the meantime, however, mom keeps interrupting me. Her patience is low, in some ways. She often "needs" to know the answers to questions right now, yet she can play solitaire for hours at a jaunt. It can become frustrating, answering the same questions over and over, or just answering questions all the time. Sometimes i catch myself going on auto pilot, and realizing belatedly how incorrectly i answered. Quite often i tell her it's the wrong day, in this manner. Saturday, no, it's Tuesday mom.

Life here has continued trucking along. (Yes, i realize that this is poor writing form, to use such cliches as "trucking along".) i've thought about a few posts i should put here, even began one. (See, in the midst of beginning a deep paragraph on the death of friends in the minds of dementia patients, i am interrupted by "we have no toilet paper", yelled from upstairs. This is one of her current obsessions, toilet paper. we must, at all times, have several rolls in stock. Only one roll, if in any way not full, is tantamount to being out of it.

mom locked her companion out of the house yesterday. She didn't want her coming in, bubs was off work, so she locked the door and told her so. When bubs related this to me later, when i called from work, i laughed. He scolded me, stating that it was not funny. It's not kind of me, but it is, in a certain way, very humurous. To picture my small mother locking the dooor, like a petulant child, and telling the nurse (for lack of a better short nickname) to go home. Lord forgive my pettyness.

The nurse and i have a somewhat strained relationship. It appears as if we are both looking for a way out of the current situation, but we both need it until we find one, so we both pretend nothing is wrong. Then both of us lets bubs know, in no uncertain terms, about our unhappiness. Poor bubs.

The last few days, mom has awoken (and thus i have awoken) in the middle of the night due to excrutiating (apparently) foot pain. Lord willing, we have another doctor's appointment scheduled for tomorrow. Please, should anyone actually read this, pray for it- okay?????

Well, this post has been somewhat disjointed. There are many ways in which it could be expanded, or ordered, or solidified. There is so much more i could say. However, i think mom and i are going to attempt to watch a movie, and there are wet clothes to be considered. God is god, life is good, may it, if He wills, continue to be so.