Saturday, May 2, 2009
... and I'm Slowly Drowning
Why is it when you want to sit down, write out thoughts that are flowing inside your head, when you actually sit down to write them, you can't?
I'm having one of those lazy Saturdays. I think my cold, or the creeping crud as I called it, broke Tuesday night. Wednesday I felt fine and I'm over it now, with a lingering cough every now and then. I also was hit with an immediate bout of allergies. Oh, life is good.
My dad called this morning and of course managed to wake me up (Calls before 8 a.m. are just plain terrifying and or rude when they're not an emergency.) and he wasn't feeling well, but there wasn't anything I could really do. He called a few minutes later to tell me all was well, so I slept for a bit longer, till he called and woke me a second time. I realize he's getting older and he does rely on me, but there is a point where I think it's selfish and inconsiderate. He's lonely. My mom doesn't baby him. I guess I do. I pay attention to him and I listen to him. We are close but there is a point where I feel like he's crossing the line and now that I'm over the creeping crud, he's calling me all the time again. Ugh. Then I feel guilty when I rant and rave or even complain.
So, today, I think that's why I haven't done very much, though I have tons of things I could do around the house.
Fortunately, it's rainy which makes it a good day to stay inside. Rain in Santa Fe is truly a thing of beauty and wonder. It washes away all the nasty stuff and you haven't smelled anything as sweet.