mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Up To Speed I went to Vancouver two weekends ago. Spent time shopping at the Punjabi Market, walked around Chinatown, went to Lush, and was frightened while strolling on Robson after spotting this:
Someone please tell me these designers weren't serious! A gold lamay fanny pack as a fashion accessory? Ewe ewe ewe. Next thing you know we are going to be bringing back those awful mesh half shirts for men. I hate the 80's. We took a nice hike this weekend. Drove out over the pass to Rachel Lake. There was snow on the ground but the temps felt warm. I love the way this waterfall looks. The hike took us nearly six hours and coming down was rough. We had to be extra careful not to slip on the iced over trail. This is the ascent. You can tell because I am still smiling. I haven't fallen flat on my ass three times yet nor are my feet soaked. Note to self: time to spring for some waterproof boots. In other news, my grandmother is in the final stages of her life. She is no longer cognizant, she does not respond to "mom" or "grandma." We are looking at just days. My family had planned to bring her home to die but it doesn't look like we will have that long and since she is unaware of her surroundings it seems okay to keep her hospitalized. It would probably be more traumatic to move her. Several good things:
Some rather craptacular things:
So I wait. I wait for news, I wait for a call that I hope never comes but at the same time pray comes quickly because the idea of her suffering kills me. I keep busy. I work twice as hard at my job. I exercise, I make plans for the future. I cook, I get massages, and soak in hot tubs. I do whatever I can to feel less like a nervous wreck. And all this sucks so bad I could scream. Sometimes I do. 7:49 p.m. - 2003-11-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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