Sunday, January 21, 2007

Only Trish Has the Answer...

...except I don't.

Today ended up being a pretty good day...I found tons of cool stuff at Target in their Global Bazaar section (I know, it's just like Cost Plus). I'm trying to figure out how to decorate our living room (and hallway and office and bedroom and bathroom...). I want to do some sort of masterful mixing of framed stuff, but I have no idea where to begin. Do I get frames first? Do I pick a theme? Do I start with one somewhat-large painting to anchor the whole wall? I have no idea.

After the Target trip, I started working on my painting. I think I've been working on this thing since September (I'm kinda slow when it comes to painting). But I think I'm finally DONE! Or, semi-done. It's never really done, I suppose. But it's good enough to go up on the wall.
tree with childhood circles

But I've got lots on my mind, and I've been on the verge (or in the middle of) a breakdown all day today. Yesterday too. My dad, after being completely wonderfully healthy & insanely active his entire life, has suddenly started to have problems. He's been passing out at work...once there were people around (including the handy team of medics), but on Thursday, he was there too early, so he woke up under his desk, confused. He's been to the hospital several times now, but they don't know what's wrong. And when you don't know what's wrong, your mind thinks of every possible horrible option. HORRIBLE. I can't live without my dad. I need this to be fixed.

On top of that, we spent last Saturday at the hospital with my aunt (my dad's sister). She has Down Syndrome and lately Alzheimer's too, which apparently speeds up very quickly in those with Down. First, she refused to eat (extremely abnormal for her, since she's usually so fixated on eating). A few weeks ago, she lost the ability to talk. Then she started falling. She ended up in the hospital almost two weeks ago after a particularly bad fall, so we went to see her, with a warning from my other aunt that she was not doing well at all. We were prepared for the worst, but we were all amazed when we visited - she seemed to be alert and we thought she even recognized us. She tried to talk to my husband (she's been in love with him since the day she met him), but words wouldn't come out and her face scrunched in pain and frustration. It was a difficult day, but I'm so glad we went when we did...she passed away last night. My poor dad and uncle and grandpa...this must be so hard for them.

Well, I wish I could end this on a happier note...but how do you follow that up?

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