Last night, (I have been using the DVR function on my TV) I was watching Apocolypse Now Redux and a PBS special on Jeff Bridges. The show had excerpts from all of his movies including The Big Lebowski. I had forgotten how much I liked the character of the Dude. Continue reading
Yesterday. Another day too precious to photograph. Visit with dear friend who has been ill for some time, not terminally ill but very ill. Now her husband has cancer. They are facing all of this with uncommon grace. No, that’s wrong. Grace in the face of extreme hardship is common and is what gives the human race the dignity that remains. Continue reading
An interesting quote posted on IMDB Ballad of Sad Cafe. Strange little movie watching it now.
Thank you Oliver Stone:
Baaaa! Fuck it, they sold us out – so what! What’d
you’all expect? Civilian life is phoney BULLSHIT
man. They’re ROBOTS man – watchin’ dopey television
and drivin’ dopey cars, and they fuck up, nobody
dies. That’s all right, you keep fuckin’ up,
politicians keep lyin’. Cause it don’t really
matter. Don’t mean shit. So what! Whatcha want – a
parade! Fuck that too! No war time no grunt never
got no respect. Till he was dead – and even THEN!
You’re fighting for YOURSELF man! You’re fighting
for your SOUL, dat’s all. Remember dat. And it’s
some goddamn battle too – if you’se a man, wrestle
with that angel …
(swings his entrenching tool in a rhythmic chain-gang style)
… Love and Hate – the whole shitbang show, that’s
the story then and now and it ain’t hardly gonna
Picture is worth thousand words, all that can’t be said at least not again.
Not sure why anyone would care to read this but have to share it with someone so there you are. I have inklings of what its like to struggle with doing the simplest things. Like this morning trying to get the battery out of my cell phone. Each time I do it its like the first time. And my mother, locking the door to her room, and unlocking it, and locking it, and unlocking it, just to be sure she remembers how to unlock and lock it. Continue reading
thirteen hours straight driving and I’m home again. I was horrible yesterday, absolutely horrible to my mother. Who of course does not remember how horrible I was. Which makes me wonder how many other people are horrible to people with dementia. Continue reading
I am in the land of the Golden Girls. I am experiencing the nightmare version of Golden Girls. My mother, 84, is afraid to die. She wants me to be with her. All the time. Who can blame her? I would feel the same way. I do feel the same way. She lives in what is loosely termed Assisted Living. Three times a day, she and a hundred or so other souls with broken bodies or minds sit in their wheelchairs, walkers, or the lucky ones who can stand, waiting for feeding time. Continue reading