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Sep. 8th, 2005 01:39 pmSo this weekend my mom is going to NYC to visit a family friend who is at death's door. Phyllis is in her 80s and has cancer and has gone through one round of unsuccessful chemo, so now it seems there's nothing left to do but keep her comfortable. My mom was planning to visit two weeks hence, to make the trip coincide with the big protest rally in D.C. on the 24th, but then she talked to Phyllis's son who apparently said, basically, two more weeks and it might be too late. :( So mom's going this weekend instead.
I feel sort of abstractly sad about it, in the sense of: a human being is dying, she's a decent person, she's someone I've known all my life, and thus it is sad. But it's hard to feel too strongly about it considering that I don't really know her all that well (how well can you know someone 50 years your senior whom you see maybe once every few years?).
Meanwhile, call me selfish but I'm more concerned with what Isaac and I are going to do with ourselves this weekend. On Saturday we'll certainly go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sunspiral and roozle's party (they give great party!) but other than that, we're all adrift. Anyone going to be around?
(Contributing here is my ongoing anxiety about the apparent complete disappearance of our babysitter Sally. She hasn't returned my calls in weeks, and next Monday is our first chorus rehearsal, and I kind of really NEED to know whether she's going to be available for rehearsals this fall, you know? And although I know it's silly, I can't help sitting around thinking "she's probably not calling because she decided she hates us and never wants to watch Isaac ever again." Sigh. Last night I even had a dream, wherein my mom revealed that Sally had called HER but not called me, and I got totally pissed, and was still angry when I woke up, even though it was just a dream. Yeesh.)
In other news, my financial situation continues to deteriorate. Every time I turn around, a new unexpected bill appears. It's very stressful! sigh.
I feel sort of abstractly sad about it, in the sense of: a human being is dying, she's a decent person, she's someone I've known all my life, and thus it is sad. But it's hard to feel too strongly about it considering that I don't really know her all that well (how well can you know someone 50 years your senior whom you see maybe once every few years?).
Meanwhile, call me selfish but I'm more concerned with what Isaac and I are going to do with ourselves this weekend. On Saturday we'll certainly go to
sunspiral and roozle's party (they give great party!) but other than that, we're all adrift. Anyone going to be around?(Contributing here is my ongoing anxiety about the apparent complete disappearance of our babysitter Sally. She hasn't returned my calls in weeks, and next Monday is our first chorus rehearsal, and I kind of really NEED to know whether she's going to be available for rehearsals this fall, you know? And although I know it's silly, I can't help sitting around thinking "she's probably not calling because she decided she hates us and never wants to watch Isaac ever again." Sigh. Last night I even had a dream, wherein my mom revealed that Sally had called HER but not called me, and I got totally pissed, and was still angry when I woke up, even though it was just a dream. Yeesh.)
In other news, my financial situation continues to deteriorate. Every time I turn around, a new unexpected bill appears. It's very stressful! sigh.
