Tuesday night

I spent a good portion of the evening reading journals of people with a particular shared interest. While it did indeed give me something to fill my time with, I'm left with the burning question.. what's wrong with people?!

My grandfather is now home from the hospital. I hadn't decided whether or not I wanted to go down today, but the decision was made for me when I overslept. I talked to Mom in the afternoon, and she didn't mention any plans for coming home, so when she called at six thirty and said they were on their way, I was more than a little surprised. Turns out that he got ready to leave and finally insisted on it. Now, my papaw is opinionated and more than a little briggady (sorry if that's a local slang word, I have no idea), but he tends to follow the wishes of doctors, so it was partially surprising. Apparently, he's been having nightmare hallucinations because of the medicine, and really horrible ones that I won't repeat. He stopped taking the pain medication days ago because he thought they were causing it, and then figured out that it was the anti-nausea stuff they were feeding him. One of the nurses said that she personally wouldn't give it to anyone in their sixties, much less seventies (which he is).. it affects people more strongly as they get older, it seems. It makes me want to cry to think about what an awful week he had. Anyway, he was in much better spirits tonight, at least, and hopefully will be improving quickly now that he's away from there.

I did some work on company stuff today. It's so hard to stay motivated sometimes when it doesn't seem to be going forward.. then of course, it doesn't go forward because I can't stay motivated. I know that's our fault, but still. Other than that, nothing special happened today. I worked on my doily and finally made an incredibly stupid mistake that needs to be taken out before I continue, but didn't feel like it so will put it off for tomorrow. I chatted with other tatters for a while tonight, which was kind of fun. Can you believe that they're the first people (not tonight, but still, very recently) I've ever talked to in a chat room, after being online for so long and having met the hubby online and all? I think it's so funny, but it also sucks because I can no longer say that I don't do chat rooms, rofl. (Some) mud people, myself included, tend to be snobs about that. I don't even answer random icq messages. OH! *laugh* I got the funniest random message yesterday. "do u like to dominate a boy" it said. I spent a pleasant few minutes thinking of relevant smartass answers to THAT one, although I, of course, just clicked on "Ignore User" in the end. You just can't encourage these people. I once replied to this guy from Turkey, I think it was, and then he absolutely refused to leave me alone for weeks. *ramble*

Oh! Fun Counting Crows song sighting today.. the hidden track on the newest CD, which is a remake of Big Yellow Taxi (you know.. 'they paved paradise and put up a parking lot..') was playing in the background as Simone and Kay were talking at some cafe type place on Passions. I thought it was very cool because it obviously is someone on the staff who's a fan.. otherwise it wouldn't have been THAT song.

You know, I've missed writing. I'm really going to make an effort to keep it up again. It relieves stress in a nice way.

Wednesday night

Today has been about visiting with Papaw, tatting, and Good Eats. Nothing exciting has happened, but nothing horrible has happened, either, so all is well. I woke up with an eye issue that resolved itself easily.. ie, a warm washcloth did it, no drops required. It went away completely, but now tonight it's feeling very tired. Magnus said that I seemed unusually sleepy this morning, in general. I didn't sleep well at all.. I had crazy dreams. I hate it when that happens. When I woke up, I was dreaming that Keith Whitley came back from the dead and wanted to hide out at my grandfather's house.. the one who just had surgery and was just then home from the hospital, and he was asking if it was okay and also why was he willing to help him.. I have no clue why he didn't just go home.. if he was actually at my grandfather's house, he would be less than five miles from his mother's house and I suspect that he would sorta wanna see her after all this time. He sang Brother Jukebox, too and gyrated wildly, which seems a little out of character. This is particularly weird, really, since I am (or was) actually related to him, but not on that side of the family. He was my grandmother's great-nephew, I believe, so, whatever that would make us. Third cousins? I think I met him, but I was quite young and could care less about this particular grownup. He wasn't all that famous then, either. He is in lots of the pictures from the festivals and such the parents went to, though.

That was incredibly random.

I've been fascinated by a site with pictures of snowflakes today. Actual snowflakes made of ice, and all. And I, of course, keep looking at them and thinking "oooh, I can tat that!" Of course, I can't, but I still think I can. I haven't tried my hand at designing yet.. I don't really think I'm quite ready for it, though I'm keeping the idea firmly in mind. Especially since I happen to like doing snowflakes.

I talked to my mudbaby tonight for the first time in a while. I was explaining to her that she should get together with this particular guy. You know how when like, you're watching a tv show and it's so completely obvious that two of the characters will fall in love, but they don't realize it or pretend that they're not interested and just keep dating other people? Early Friends, Ross and Rachel type thing? It's that exactly with her and this guy. They claim they love each other, but then explain all the reasons that they can't be together. I was pretty close friends with the guy for a while, though we haven't talked much for three years or something. I heard it all from him, and I've heard it all from her. After a few years of distance, I feel like it's especially obvious, and I'd like to be able to snap my fingers and make their problems dissolve so they can move on with the business of being happy again. I'm so hopelessly naive.