Another Day
Oct. 18th, 2003 10:52 amSaturday. I awoke at 9:00 on the dot. Nothing is better than to wake up naturally without the "aid" of an alarm clock. It reminds me of those Peanuts Gang "Happiness Is..." books from the early 70's. The one that always eluded me, but stuck with me for all this time and now makes perfect sense is:
"Happiness is.....waking up and finding out that you still have 2 hours left to sleep."
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, I got up, made my protein shake, drank a buttload of water, let Chester out to do his thang, then settled in to call Felice. G'pa called me last night to inform me that she's back in the hospital, this time with an infection and fluid gathered around her lungs. He said she wanted me to call today, and it was the first functional thing I wanted to do as I'm really quite worried about her. I rang her up shortly after 10:00 and we talked for about ten minutes. She doesn't sound well at all and may be in the hospital for a few more days. Later on today, I'm planning on calling her back.
I got to see Llew yesterday evening. Aunt Tudi and I took the freshly groomed Chester to see him. Oh, the reunion was quite touching. I swear, sometimes I think that Llew loves that dog more than he does me. Ha ha. Of course, I was really not in the mood to be socialising, even if it was spending time with Llew. The reality of the battle before really has my spirits down and the last thing I want to do is be glum around anyone, especially Llew, who has so much on him already. We spent a good 30 minutes there, though, and it was a nice visit. I promised Llew I'd see him some time over the weekend.
Llew is growing a beard. Since he is pretty incapable of shaving correctly, he's decided to go mountain man for the duration of his convalescence. I think he looks pretty darned good, but I'm a sucker for men in beards. It's a bit grizzly right now, having just really grown in to any extent, but at least it's not grisly, and that's a plus.
There are a few things I want to do this weekend. Tonight is the Night of Nemesis, but first I need to make another quick trek to The Dragon's Treasure. Like a dink, I forgot the charcoal for my incense. Duh. Also, I do want to go see Llew, which I'll probably do in between going to the occult shop and settling in with Nemesis with a good heart-to-heart.
Tomorrow, Aunt Tudi and I are planning on going home to Asheville, up on the Blue Ridge Parkway to pay respects to Granny. She's been gone ten years now. It's hard to believe. It takes a good hour and a half to make it up to Craggy Dome, where we scattered her ashes, so I want to start out a little early so we can reach the peak by mid-day when it'll be at it's warmest. When it's 60 degrees in Asheville, it can be in the 40's that high into the Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains, so it's always wise to go at the warmest part of the day and be sure to take jackets and/or blankets.
While I'm up there, I may go down the hiking trail and visit that wondrous Faerie Tree right off the path. It's this gnarly, dwarfed tree whose roots have entertwined in amongst the rocks, leaving numerous holes or "passageways" to Faerieland, or perhaps the Shamanic Underworld. The whole area has this ethereal atmosphere to it. It's always very quiet there. Even the birds don't sing nearby. I swear, if Brian Froud saw this tree, he'd be inspired to draw all manner of beings and perhaps take some special photography.
Right now, I'm enjoying a long-time tradition: LOONEY TUNES!! They just showed the Bugs Bunny Hillbilly cartoon. Todd and I used to love making up new words to the squaredance song in this 'toon. Our favourite:
"Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl, jump around like a garden squirrel, over the hill and over the dale, slap your wife and go to helllll."
But we were famous for ruining song lyrics. Instead of "Lord I was born a ramblin' man" we'd sing "Lord I was born a Hostess Ham". And how about "Wind beneath My Wings"? We'd sing "You are the dirt beneath my feet."
Oh, and there was the variation of "Dancing on the Ceiling" that we would sing in honour of Exorcist III: "Oh, what a feeling, when you're skittering 'cross the ceiling."
Todd's coming home for Thanksgiving. Maybe we'll get a chance to make up more silly-ass songs when he's here.
OK, it's time to jump in the shower and ready myself for the day. Nemesis awaits.
"Happiness is.....waking up and finding out that you still have 2 hours left to sleep."
Oh, yeah.
Anyway, I got up, made my protein shake, drank a buttload of water, let Chester out to do his thang, then settled in to call Felice. G'pa called me last night to inform me that she's back in the hospital, this time with an infection and fluid gathered around her lungs. He said she wanted me to call today, and it was the first functional thing I wanted to do as I'm really quite worried about her. I rang her up shortly after 10:00 and we talked for about ten minutes. She doesn't sound well at all and may be in the hospital for a few more days. Later on today, I'm planning on calling her back.
I got to see Llew yesterday evening. Aunt Tudi and I took the freshly groomed Chester to see him. Oh, the reunion was quite touching. I swear, sometimes I think that Llew loves that dog more than he does me. Ha ha. Of course, I was really not in the mood to be socialising, even if it was spending time with Llew. The reality of the battle before really has my spirits down and the last thing I want to do is be glum around anyone, especially Llew, who has so much on him already. We spent a good 30 minutes there, though, and it was a nice visit. I promised Llew I'd see him some time over the weekend.
Llew is growing a beard. Since he is pretty incapable of shaving correctly, he's decided to go mountain man for the duration of his convalescence. I think he looks pretty darned good, but I'm a sucker for men in beards. It's a bit grizzly right now, having just really grown in to any extent, but at least it's not grisly, and that's a plus.
There are a few things I want to do this weekend. Tonight is the Night of Nemesis, but first I need to make another quick trek to The Dragon's Treasure. Like a dink, I forgot the charcoal for my incense. Duh. Also, I do want to go see Llew, which I'll probably do in between going to the occult shop and settling in with Nemesis with a good heart-to-heart.
Tomorrow, Aunt Tudi and I are planning on going home to Asheville, up on the Blue Ridge Parkway to pay respects to Granny. She's been gone ten years now. It's hard to believe. It takes a good hour and a half to make it up to Craggy Dome, where we scattered her ashes, so I want to start out a little early so we can reach the peak by mid-day when it'll be at it's warmest. When it's 60 degrees in Asheville, it can be in the 40's that high into the Smokies and Blue Ridge Mountains, so it's always wise to go at the warmest part of the day and be sure to take jackets and/or blankets.
While I'm up there, I may go down the hiking trail and visit that wondrous Faerie Tree right off the path. It's this gnarly, dwarfed tree whose roots have entertwined in amongst the rocks, leaving numerous holes or "passageways" to Faerieland, or perhaps the Shamanic Underworld. The whole area has this ethereal atmosphere to it. It's always very quiet there. Even the birds don't sing nearby. I swear, if Brian Froud saw this tree, he'd be inspired to draw all manner of beings and perhaps take some special photography.
Right now, I'm enjoying a long-time tradition: LOONEY TUNES!! They just showed the Bugs Bunny Hillbilly cartoon. Todd and I used to love making up new words to the squaredance song in this 'toon. Our favourite:
"Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl, jump around like a garden squirrel, over the hill and over the dale, slap your wife and go to helllll."
But we were famous for ruining song lyrics. Instead of "Lord I was born a ramblin' man" we'd sing "Lord I was born a Hostess Ham". And how about "Wind beneath My Wings"? We'd sing "You are the dirt beneath my feet."
Oh, and there was the variation of "Dancing on the Ceiling" that we would sing in honour of Exorcist III: "Oh, what a feeling, when you're skittering 'cross the ceiling."
Todd's coming home for Thanksgiving. Maybe we'll get a chance to make up more silly-ass songs when he's here.
OK, it's time to jump in the shower and ready myself for the day. Nemesis awaits.
