Monday Morning Crumbs

I don't know where my good mood is coming from, it used to be a permanent fixture with me; but in recent years it's apparently faded, so say friends, family and former boyfriends who still owe me money, (you know who you are). For slightly over 24 hours now I've been full of piss and vinegar and even tried to lasso a friend I don't know so well into Memorial Day hyjinx. He didn't bite and it's likely just as well, who knows what new odd situation I might have gotten myself into this time.

Tom's on an Alaskan cruise with another friend and his two lesbian friends who have no use for me. Okay, good for them. Yes, I got your pic of you at the Arctic circle and those shoes make your ass look fat, but have a good time anyway, I'm eating your protein cookies and there isn't anything you can do about it.

I'm feeling much better and but have a lingering tubercular-like cough, going on three weeks. I don't know if it's the effects of my visit to RJ's house or freak allergies; or maybe I have weeks to live and just don't know it yet. Manhattan is beautiful, sunny, 80 degrees and I plan on getting out in it all for some plant-shopping with a nice Croatian radiologist, but I'll be thinking of someone else: maybe, we'll see.

I called my dad today, it wasn't so bad. There's a constant feeling I need to lift him up when we speak, and I do, or I try to. He slept late today and whenever he does, I fear he's falling into a grieving abyss over mom. He says it's sleep apnea so we'll go with that. We talked about his plans for coffee with his coffee buddy and laughed about my little brother thinking pizza rolls are a vegetable. No really, he does. My 30 year old brother is convinced he's allergic to green beans and hates any other thing that once grew from the ground or on a tree. If it wasn't originated in a factory or lab, we won't eat it, too unnatural for him. I've given-up lecturing him and just shake it off with a laugh and wondering if he'll break 400lbs one day, I bet he will. Sad, really. A nicer, more humble young man you'll never meet.

Oatmeal time then plant shopping for me; and if you're reading this Darren, I happen to think you'd make quite a dashing 'soft drink refresher'. Chin-up!

Posted by JD on May 26, 2008 9:03 AM