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[Sep. 24th, 2009|01:21 pm] |
Am currently (as we speak) printing up the manuscripts for a couple of friends' stories and plays (am always guilty about not always putting a fair amount of time/attention to others' labors of love ..
If it were my manuscript, of course, I know that I would, of course, take seriously the whether-or-not my friends read it!!!)
By the way, you writers out there, I am interested ~ really ~!!
The work-week has returned, in its classic entirety. This means that I (technically) have less time to write, would likely be motivated to write more, and don't have fair time for anything, want to pay attention to everything ..
My birthday was fun tho' .. I deliberately kind of planned for it to be intimate (@ a friends studio, who didn't want for us to have an unlimited # of guests. Add to the fact that three of us had birthdays on the same day, so we had to take that (as well as mutual friends) into consideration, when planning out the guest list together. But (for me @ least) it was nice ~ good food, the people (in town at least) that I wanted to see (the most) were there .. I also worked for 7 hours, on that very day, a work-week year ..
Jenny gave me a lovely (home-made) card, Seth a cape (which he personally selected to be for a person of my height, i.e, not dragging on the ground (not a tacky kids' cape, but one that was nice ~ You'd have to be a 5' 2" person (who doesn't like high heels) searching for a truly nice cape, to truly understand ;) and Lisa and Bobby (who are very cute ~ I have HAD to've posted some "cute couple" photographs of them on Facebook) picked out a very nice charm bracelet .. It was nice to see everybody, but next year (if I have a birthday party then) intend to have it in a public space, just so that everyone who'd care to, is invited ..
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I visited my family, a day or two before my birthday, and couldn't get my grandma (who was in the hospital again) to respond .. No matter what state she's been in, even sleep, she's always been able to respond (to say something, to hug me or to kiss me or to squeeze my hand).
Last time (last week) that I'd seen her, when I told her that I loved her (I always do), she was still able to say, "I love you too," and that was her one full sentence of the day.
I called again (the next day) which was my father's birthday as well, and he told me that there'd been a living will~heirs conference call, and that she'd had another stroke (she's had a few already), that she'll probably never recover from it, and he and (my cousin who was a lawyer) were arranging for "hospice" for her. He told me yesterday (or was it the day before) that my grandmother is back at the nursing home, and "she probably won't last" out the week
Do I feel a mourning. My father has been fighting it,and taking most of his waking hours to keep her going. And I (and I imagine we all) have had our cries. She warned me, when she was still in her eighties, and was keeping me to her"I'm trying to write down the names that I know, and I'm trying to recognize the names and the faces that I see in photographs, and it's scary."
"And now you know that your old grandmother's a fake," she first said to me when she admitted her fears.
She would always go back and rememner her siblings, her Yiddish, would remeber some things, but not others .. she was still creative, and others would beleive that she remembered them when she pretended to.
She did, however, know who was there for her, and I believe that she kept as much wit as she could .
I will have to write more, to "Facebook" (does one have a life if it is not news?!?)
And (what she definitely wanted) to move on. I am able to write this much right now, because of a class being cancelled in the morning, but need to make it to the next one, soon
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