it's been a while, dear internets
my mom is knitting me a pair of socks. i am very excited to wear them.
my parent's gifted me a certificate which i used to buy a new down comforter.
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stupid cow.
moo.
my room has become my solice.
the one place i can rest.
i take advantage of it when i can.
gifted: it was my birthday. thank you KK for remembering.
it was less than eventful.
...well, that's not entirely true.
it was eventful.
just not exactly the events one hopes for on the anniversary of her birth and celebration of all she does every damn day for everyone else...
but there were moments:
1] a friend, in much need of a break, brought me nine bundt rum cakes. he also brought me flowers and wine.
2] my friend came to my house, from out of town, to see me.
3] i got a complete new bedding set, between the gift of my parents and i family whose children i teach not to drown.
4] bradcito offered a birthday redo upon his return.
it's the 4th of july. i got to see fireworks out of the window of the room where i was accompanying a patient who cannot be left alone.
i was remembering another fourth of july.
i was in the sawtooth mountain range in idaho.
we were way up on a hilltop spying on the celebrations of those around us.
sparks and colors flew from every corner of the canyon.
i peed behind the church of latter day saints.
it was a good summer that year.
strange how some years are just a collection of just-another-days...
news:
i've reapplied for re-admission to graduate.
i'm being considered.
BK called tonight.
chemo sucks.
she's tired.
really tired.
doesn't think she wants to do anymore chemo.
the pain Dr wants a scan.
BK already knows what it'll show.
the pain is spreading and harder to control.
we both choked on our words and our tears.
let the universe do as she may.
may we have the courage and strength to know when to let go and when to hold on.
blessings to you, dear internets.
posted by yorlor at 23:51
4 Comments:
I love your style of writing.
Happy Birthday. And I'm very sorry about your friend.
Cool socks.
Lucky ass.
Great friend bringing wine and flowers and omg, rum bundt cake? hello???? he can be my friend thank you very much.
New bedding? *snuggly*
Whose Bradcito? and why is he giving the option of a redo birthday?
What happened in them there hills of Idaho? Something about peeing in the wide open range is exhilerating isn't it? Wipe? No thanks. Gonna drip dry. Niice. Take that you crazy ass church goers.
I'm really sorry to hear about BK. I'll say a special prayer just for her. *done-and a special pee ess for you too*
Me and you girlie-I gotcha on the stressful school shit. For reals.
Love the way you wrote this. Very unique. Just like you...
*hugs*
Happy Birthday.
Prayers
thoughts
love
for you and for your BK...that you may have the courage and the strength.
I am a sock knitter of sorts and quite accidentally famous for it out here on the intertoobz. Your socks are lovly. Your tootsies will love every minute in them.
Your writing in this post is beautiful... touching. It brings me close to tears. Such a nice glimpse into the person you are. My heart breaks for your BK. ac
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