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please, sir, may i have another?
i feel like i'm in the middle of a Kasey Kasem show..."And the hits just KEEP ON COMING!"
****
i had a plan, and i think i pulled it off pretty well.
the GC's blog entry and an sweet email from Dfaz gave me my opening.
after dinner, Momma usually naps a bit. i got on the computer and tried to look at my 850 emails, and after her nap she came into the living room.
Me: Momma, do you remember Dfaz?
Momma: (lights up) Oh, yes! I do!
Me: She asked me to tell you that she loves you very much, and that she'll always remember you and told me how kind you were to her.
Momma: Well, isn't that sweet? Tell her I love her too.
She sat.
I giggled a bit, and Sissy said, what?
Me: You know, Momma, your granddaughter is something else.
Momma: Yes, she is.
Me: Want me to read what she said about you?
Momma: Sure.
So I did. We laughed like hyenas about the cookie thing -- omg, rolling, we were.
Me: You know, they called you the Cookie Nazi for a long time.
Momma: I know.
And I could see she got the message.
****
the Ride to Radiation was a good one, in many ways.
Me: (because i can't keep my mouth shut) So, Momma. How's the mission going?
Momma: Good. I'll make the shower on Sunday.
Me: And then?
Momma: Kaput.
Me: Okay. Are you scared?
Momma: Nope.
Me: Are you curious?
Momma: Yep.
Me: I am, too. I mean, I still have things to do, but I'm curious, too. Who are you looking forward to seeing the most?
Momma: Aunt Louise.
Me: (Nodding.) I hope you don't mind, that once you transition over, that I keep chatting to you.
Momma: I'd be very pleased if you did.
Me: Well, hopefully they have a mute button over there, so if you get sick of listening, you can just mute my ass.
Momma: I plan on communicating quite a bit with you.
Me: Just don't scare Sissy. You know she freaks out at shit like that.
Momma: (Evil Grin.) Maybe just a little.
Me: Okay, but just once.
we snickered.
heh.
there were other things said, things that i will keep tucked away in my heart to review tenderly, like old photos of precious memories.
i love my mother very much.
****
she loved the CD i had in the car -- The Corr's, "In Blue." i gave it to her before i left. :)
****
after dropping Momma back off at the farm (it's 30 miles one-way to the hospital) i had to fly to make the GC's doctor's appointment.
i like the doctor she saw today. he told me flat out he's not going to BS me -- because of the chronic hypertension, the placenta is at risk for damage. to prevent a stillbirth, the GC has to go for fetal non-stress tests twice a week until she delivers.
we went straight up to the hospital for the first one. Muffin is fine, predicted to be EIGHT POUNDS -- and him's Mama called him a fat pineapple head.
the labor and delivery floor is very security-oriented. i mean, you have to be identified to be buzzed in, and if anyone attempts to leave the floor with a baby, you'd better be the right person or THE WHOLE ELEVATOR SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN. like DefCon 4.
it's comforting and rather freaky. no stealing babies here.
****
I called Baby Sissy and she's on her way. i think that's a Good Decision.
****
Mack Daddy took us to lunch and is now fishing, the GC is at work, and i hit the bed in my little Muffin room like a ton of bricks and got maybe a couple of hours of semi-sleep. i've lost seven more pounds. i would not recommend this as a diet plan, okay? the puking in the morning thing reminds me of being pregnant. gah.
****
i know i need to rest more, and i'm going to try that. with Baby Sissy coming, some of the pressure is off, which is a huge relief, i don't mind saying. i need to check my bank balance and pray it's not in the negative (i've blown through $200 in gas since i've been here. can you say OUCH? not to mention two weeks with no pay.) i need to check on the Empire, return some emails, and make a few phone calls. i've left the Noo Yawkers to John and Baby Sissy -- i just can't handle it. Baby Sissy will also be putting together the obit for NY -- again, something i don't think i can handle, and bless my beloved Baby Sissy.
there is no estate to oversee, and i've had medical POA since forever. Momma's riches are not monetary.
****
i checked in at work -- i might not have a job when i go back, but they sent their best and that's cool. i more than understand. hey, it's no big deal. i can get another job. this time here will never be replaced.
****
i've had a couple of invitations for tonight, but this is my Time Out. tomorrow, i'll probably go back up to see Momma and Baby Sissy, and then on to the Shower. who knew a shower of less than fifteen people would come to be such a Major Event?
life sure is funny.
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****
i had a plan, and i think i pulled it off pretty well.
the GC's blog entry and an sweet email from Dfaz gave me my opening.
after dinner, Momma usually naps a bit. i got on the computer and tried to look at my 850 emails, and after her nap she came into the living room.
Me: Momma, do you remember Dfaz?
Momma: (lights up) Oh, yes! I do!
Me: She asked me to tell you that she loves you very much, and that she'll always remember you and told me how kind you were to her.
Momma: Well, isn't that sweet? Tell her I love her too.
She sat.
I giggled a bit, and Sissy said, what?
Me: You know, Momma, your granddaughter is something else.
Momma: Yes, she is.
Me: Want me to read what she said about you?
Momma: Sure.
So I did. We laughed like hyenas about the cookie thing -- omg, rolling, we were.
Me: You know, they called you the Cookie Nazi for a long time.
Momma: I know.
And I could see she got the message.
****
the Ride to Radiation was a good one, in many ways.
Me: (because i can't keep my mouth shut) So, Momma. How's the mission going?
Momma: Good. I'll make the shower on Sunday.
Me: And then?
Momma: Kaput.
Me: Okay. Are you scared?
Momma: Nope.
Me: Are you curious?
Momma: Yep.
Me: I am, too. I mean, I still have things to do, but I'm curious, too. Who are you looking forward to seeing the most?
Momma: Aunt Louise.
Me: (Nodding.) I hope you don't mind, that once you transition over, that I keep chatting to you.
Momma: I'd be very pleased if you did.
Me: Well, hopefully they have a mute button over there, so if you get sick of listening, you can just mute my ass.
Momma: I plan on communicating quite a bit with you.
Me: Just don't scare Sissy. You know she freaks out at shit like that.
Momma: (Evil Grin.) Maybe just a little.
Me: Okay, but just once.
we snickered.
heh.
there were other things said, things that i will keep tucked away in my heart to review tenderly, like old photos of precious memories.
i love my mother very much.
****
she loved the CD i had in the car -- The Corr's, "In Blue." i gave it to her before i left. :)
****
after dropping Momma back off at the farm (it's 30 miles one-way to the hospital) i had to fly to make the GC's doctor's appointment.
i like the doctor she saw today. he told me flat out he's not going to BS me -- because of the chronic hypertension, the placenta is at risk for damage. to prevent a stillbirth, the GC has to go for fetal non-stress tests twice a week until she delivers.
we went straight up to the hospital for the first one. Muffin is fine, predicted to be EIGHT POUNDS -- and him's Mama called him a fat pineapple head.
the labor and delivery floor is very security-oriented. i mean, you have to be identified to be buzzed in, and if anyone attempts to leave the floor with a baby, you'd better be the right person or THE WHOLE ELEVATOR SYSTEM SHUTS DOWN. like DefCon 4.
it's comforting and rather freaky. no stealing babies here.
****
I called Baby Sissy and she's on her way. i think that's a Good Decision.
****
Mack Daddy took us to lunch and is now fishing, the GC is at work, and i hit the bed in my little Muffin room like a ton of bricks and got maybe a couple of hours of semi-sleep. i've lost seven more pounds. i would not recommend this as a diet plan, okay? the puking in the morning thing reminds me of being pregnant. gah.
****
i know i need to rest more, and i'm going to try that. with Baby Sissy coming, some of the pressure is off, which is a huge relief, i don't mind saying. i need to check my bank balance and pray it's not in the negative (i've blown through $200 in gas since i've been here. can you say OUCH? not to mention two weeks with no pay.) i need to check on the Empire, return some emails, and make a few phone calls. i've left the Noo Yawkers to John and Baby Sissy -- i just can't handle it. Baby Sissy will also be putting together the obit for NY -- again, something i don't think i can handle, and bless my beloved Baby Sissy.
there is no estate to oversee, and i've had medical POA since forever. Momma's riches are not monetary.
****
i checked in at work -- i might not have a job when i go back, but they sent their best and that's cool. i more than understand. hey, it's no big deal. i can get another job. this time here will never be replaced.
****
i've had a couple of invitations for tonight, but this is my Time Out. tomorrow, i'll probably go back up to see Momma and Baby Sissy, and then on to the Shower. who knew a shower of less than fifteen people would come to be such a Major Event?
life sure is funny.
Stuck for words? Visit WordWebbing, spinning words for any occasion.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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