Dark car headache

Dark car headache

Crank after umpteenth phonecall from mother

Repwtez

Into the Granary tomorrow to continue work on the soon-to-be nascent Skinbats album. Hooray. My mum’s medical problems overhang everything like a manky sword of Damocles. It’s harsh and dull. P is doing well in dancing, and at school. But everything is overhung… Off to Vegas at Easter for a bit of desert therapy, which is a big sky-anchor, a big holiday, a big five-oh.

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

It’s Pip’s birthday today : 12. Hard to imagine. Had a nice enough morning, with presents etc. which was fun.

Mum was rushed to hospital on Thursday night, she has some kind of food poisoning and urinary infection, and this has sparked a further vascular episode and ramped up her dementia further. Aggression, arguments, and on top of that she’s ill yet won’t stay in and rest. Impossible.

Hard to know what to do.
Hard to imagine.

Drag

Every day like the last one; every day like a re-run. Never a truer word spoken, Patti.
Trying to start work on something – displacement activity (cleaning etc) – distraction activity (mucking about on web/ playstation etc) – school runs – television – mum’s medical – overeating – self-loathing.
Abandoned.

Frozen Water prompting Drivel

So much cabin fever/low-grade boredom that I thought I ought to “do an update” to this blog. Hmm. So.

The New Year Nifty Night gig went well, Skinbat Scramble did a set amalgamating with the Sons of Quag, so a melange of a set ensued. All good stuff though, and in homage to the soon-to-be weather, I slipped in “Stopped By The Woods On A Snowy Evening”. I also played sampler in the Old Dolphin Brigade, and the Skinbats all joined them for sonic shenanigans.

Another notch closer to graduating, with the last-but-4 essay handed in. The energy for doing the last 4 will have to come from somewhere, I’m not sure quite where at the moment.

Mum; seems OK at the moment. though Xmas proved a bit trying at times. Memory (and its loss) is a funny thing – and hard to fathom. Mood swings, aggression, denial, apathy – all mixed in a souffle of “where did I put that” and repetitive requests – Do you want a cup of tea? – No thanks – Do you want a cup of tea? Harsh.

Xmas was (in spite of above) very pleasant, L was off through until New Year’s, P got ballroom shoes and competition dresses (among lots of other stuff) and none of us were ill.

New Year has been a bit of a damp squib for obvious (weather) reasons, P only went back for 2 days before school closed (it has remained closed since) and it’s still snowing at the moment. L was unable to get to work (no buses) for 2 days, so the Xmas hols have sort of vaguely extended tendrils out into 2010.

Which means lots of PS3, Lost and Pushing Daisies boxsets – and oh yes I almost forgot booking up a 2-week trip to the States for Easter. VEGAS!

Fnar Fnar Fnar

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