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[talktooloose]

My November sadness is kind of continuing which is disappointing. I've been coming late to work a lot and I determined to be on time today. I was, just, so that's something.

Snake and I are incompatible moods. I spin into misery and sadness very easily and he feels used and abused by the universe, so he slips into outrage very easily. This leaves me feeling attacked and him feeling like he's being manipulated because I look like I'm going to weep every time he gets the least bit stroppy.

Ah well. It's funny, because hour by hour, it was a good weekend. We bought vinyl tiles for the kitchen Saturday and then hung out with my parents for the rest of the day. This did my mom a lot of good especially as she's still reeling a bit from the death of her closest cousin.

Sunday was slow and sleepy, but we enjoyed the 15cm of snow that was on the ground when we awoke Sunday morning. The dog enjoyed it doubly. Sunday evening's torrential rains were less enjoyable.

My parents (who are 82 and 79) have been talking about the time in the future when they will sell their house and buy a condo instead. A condo would, of course, require less upkeep and less driving. Snake and I were talking and we really think they should do this now, not in a few years when they might be physically and mentally less up for a big move.

I made my thoughts clear to my dad and told him that they should really move downtown because realistically, Snake and I can be there for them while my brother in the suburbs can't be. We're willing to make that commitment, but if they're up at the edge of the city, we aren't going to be able to drop by after work to bring them something or help change a light bulb.

To my surprise, my dad said that my mom is suddenly all adamant about staying in the house "forever". I think I'll take her out to lunch soon and sound her out about this. It is my mom who has always been in charge of when and where they move.

Comments

[briseur.livejournal.com]

stroppy?

[talktooloose.livejournal.com]

Read this (http://www.abc.net.au/newsradio/txt/s1610222.htm) link.

Thank you for the phone call on Saturday. I failed to wish you "break a leg" at the end. Or perhaps "bust a gut". How did it go?

Also, your lady friended me or something on Facebook. Please let her know that I never look at my Facebook so if I'm supposed to be doing something friendly in return, I have no idea what it is and mean no offense.

[briseur.livejournal.com]

It went well. Some jitters, some not being able to hear myself, some muscle cramping, but overall it was rocknroll. And we're doing it again, scaled back and for public access tv, at the end of Dec

[lux-apollo.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that talk. It took my mother and her siblings forever to convince my grandmother to downsize... And she's still swamped with boxes because she refused to let go of so many things she doesn't need.

[strumquill.livejournal.com]

Hmm 79 and 82 and still well with a house. Gives me some hope. My folks are both 67 and when I was back last summer there was talk about maybe me considering a move back to Ontario so I could be closer to help them out.

Um, where am I gonna find a job as a teacher at the top of his salary grid at age 45 in Ontario. Also, I don't want to live anywhere but Ottawa which is still a day's drive away and on the other side of the monolithic Toronto 401 "barrier".

So if it is ten or 15 years from now when such a conversation becomes my reality then that would be much better.

Besides, who says I won't be the one needing taking care of before they do. As I deal wtih my second bout of bloody stools in a month - and my parents just did a cycling trip across PEI last September.