the ramble finishes - now I can clear my head and talk about the things you might be interested in..

[brightbluegirl]

So Friday afternoon around 5 we went back to see my mom at the hospital. As I went to find her, the nurse stopped me and said that my mom had been sobbing, and they put her in a quiet room to sleep until 6, and that I really shouldn't bother her.

Well, as I was asking for more information, who should walk over, but my mother.

According to my mother, she didn't sob, she just had some tears escape, because she's so tired and responsible for it all, and that's all. She lay down for a while, and it was great, but she really had no plans to stay in bed until 6.

Anyway, she and I and my brother sat in the quiet room and had a talk. Basically, she didn't need us any more -she felt really supported but unless we needed to stay with granma for our own sakes, she was fine with us leaving.

So we had dinner together, then my brother drove me to St. Catharines to spend the night and Saturday with my father and his family, and then he went back to Mom's for more quiet time.

I got to see my step-brother's punk band play a 30 minute set, and they are SO cute. More on that later, though.

My father, his wife, and myself went back to their place, and I was so tired, but I couldn't sleep. I ended up watching an autobiography of Bette Midler.

And let me tell you, she is my new hero! I mean, like the rest of those in my generation, although I like her acting, I just couldn't stand her, what with the whole "Wind Beneath My Wings" and "From a Distance" crappity crappy crap. But she was deliciously trashy and had quite the voice in the 70s! I want to try to find some of her stuff from then. She is quite the entertainer.

And really. Any woman who, when accepting a Golden Globe Award, walks up to the podium, grabs her breasts, and says "I'LL give you two golden globes!", deserves my respect!

Anyway, when that was done I finally convinced my brain to let me sleep, and I slept pretty well.

Saturday was good. I got some alone time, lay in the pool and did some lazy laps, and had a nap. Once my Dad and his wife came back from work, we had a really pleasant visit. After dinner, us, my brother, and my step-sister all hung out in the pool, playing games and throwing water balloons at each other. For HOURS. I laughed SO HARD. It was such a blast. When I got out of the pool I felt so good... relaxed and at peace. Life was good.

After that we watched A Mighty Wind, and then American Beauty - neither of which I'd seen, and both of which I'm glad I saw. My father had never seen Waiting for Guffman (written by the same guys that wrote A Mighty Wind), so I pointed him at that, and American Beauty was really well done, but...

well...

I saw EVERYTHING coming. All of it.

I just haven't decided if that means I like it less than other people do, or not.

Anyway.

That night my brother and I stayed up late, again, looking through a bunch of pictures of his, and he told me some stories of things he's done. It was a really connecting time for us. I saw pictures of when he hitchhiked across Canada, pictures of when he jumped in the river in winter ("In retrospect", he said "it was really stupid, since the current could have pulled me under" Well DUH), a picture of his girlfriend that he used to moon over before they were together... old pictures of us from when we were tiny...

Slept for 5 hours, then Dad drove me to the airport.

And then I came home.

Comments

[panaceamatt.livejournal.com]

wow.
(I'm saying that alot lately)
Your weekend was as crazy as mine.
the sun is at its peak.
happy solstice.
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[asimplelife.livejournal.com]

American Beauty failed to impress me AT ALL. I think because it was just too "anti-status quo," and like you said - predictable.