Monday, October 05, 2009

Monday, Melancholy

It’s October. Work and home life insanely busy. I barely remember September. Recent news:

Cily: top two front teeth have come through. Stomach flu this weekend. Will not stop crawling and cruising and moving and wiggling and where did the baby go?

Viva: late trip to the lake last month. Took up waterskiing. How is it that I, the klutziest, most uncoordinated and most accident-prone person alive, gave birth to this?

(Look, it's the teeniest water-skiier in the world. Why do you do this, Blogger? I'll have to try this again later.)

Sweet Dub: my love. Yesterday was our 8th wedding anniversary. Between the diarrhea-laden baby and both of us coming down with the latest ailment, we spent the day bumping into each other occasionally and saying, “Happy Anniversary,” rather mournfully.

Nanna: Cancer in her lungs and stomach. Awaiting biopsy of her liver. Doctors want to do surgery, say she will live another two years if they do it. “I’m 84,” she says. “Two more years isn’t bad at 84.” The twist: the last time I saw her, she asked me how old Viva was: “Two or three?” (Viva is 6 years old.) Moral of the story: I’m questioning whether my grandmother can genuinely make this decision about surgery for herself. She is sometimes lucid, sometimes not so much.

I’m having weird dreams about Nanna and my grandfather (deceased) going on a trip and moving to a new house, leaving behind a house filled with all kinds of baggage. Sometimes your subconscious isn’t all that subtle, is it?

Meanwhile, I am sick and my throat is on fire. I crave a big steaming bowl of homemade minestrone soup. Maybe I’ll make some…here in my office, where it is about 35 degrees. Happy Monday.


Bridget said...

Oh, dear. Wish I could drop off that soup for you. No one takes care of the "Mom" when she's sick. :-(

So sorry to hear about your grandma. It's amazing to me how people keep hanging in there. The human spirit is so strong.

The dreams are interesting! (Maybe a fever talking?) I've had a few that would have made some Freudians smile, too!

Get as much rest as you can! Thinking of you up here in the Pacific NW.

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Oh, and it's only gotten worse! Sweet Dub threw up at work and had to go home. Viva said she didn't want breakfast because her stomach hurt, so I think she'd getting it too. This is turning out to be a rough week!

Cee in SF said...

Lady, all I can do is hope that you all feel better. Your grandma is in my thoughts.

Lisa Blah Blah said...

Thanks, Cee! This is one of those weeks where I just keep telling myself "this too shall pass..."