I want to share some things. I want to tell you about
how I get overly embarrassed when I do even the smallest thing wrong. I
hoped to share about how I drove a stick-shift car alone for the first
time today and I drove in 3rd (and 4th and 5th) gear for the first time,
and I drove on the freeway for the first time, and only stalled the car
once. I wanted to mention the to-do I made over Matthew making his first
U-turn in his new car. I want to write on and on about the fun
journallers gathering I attended this afternoon. I want to slather it
with tidbits and links, revealing how moved I was when Terri explained her
Sliding
Doors entry and read her Apology, how fun it
was to see Sunshyn
again, or how delighted I was to hold Jolene's wonderful
princess Jessica, especially while she had her bottle. I'd love to tell
you about the wonderful evening my beau and I spent sharing with Jane.
But I can't.
Bad news has fouled the air.
Bad, sad news. My mum's boyfriend's mother is very
sick. My mum's boyfriend Howard is more or less my step-father, so i
guess that makes his mum my more or less step-grandmother. She's cool.
I know my opinion doesn't count for much because I just dig old ladies,
but she really is. Everyone loves her. She is so sweet. She always has
a smile for me. She is filled with love. She had great stories of
leaving Europe as a child with diamonds sewn into her clothes.
And she's sick. I don't want to write the words, so
lets just leave it with the adjective terminal.
I have some more adjectives: heart-wrenching,
depressing, sorrowful. I am just so sad. Matthew hasn't even met her. I
only found out she was sick when I called my mum and asked her to arrange
a dinner for all of us over thanksgiving. There's a little less to be
thankful for this year...
