Well it's Mother's Day. I didn't think I'd feel bad because we never did make a big deal out of it but I've been all kind of moody.
I thought I'd at least get a call from Brother but nothing. I think it's crap that he "forgets" his Mother on the first Mother's Day since she's passed. He's an asshole. A medicated asshole but still an asshole.
The neighbor did mention he thought it was unfair that I'm doing all the work since Brother has a stake in the house as well. He's very right but what can I do about it? If I do less, I'm going to be screwing myself. If I complain he'll just get pissed and I have to deal with him since we're legally bound in this circumstance.
Been a real struggle today. I did get a few things done. All of the shed remains are now in the driveway. I put in the gardenhose holder in the back that I'd reconditioned. I put up a bit of primer in the hall bath to cover the orange test paint spots. I also finished the reconditioning of that tool square that I dug up in the back yard. It's now painted silver on both sides and quite readable. I'll want that for a project or two upcoming. I tried out my two cans of wall texture. One didn't work but the other did. I got some sprayed into places that needed it. It'll be OK. I'm not a huge fan of the stuff but that's what's on the walls so that's what I'll put on repaired spots and the newly hung wallboard too.
What a day! I'm seem to swing between pissed to agrivation to depressed to suicidal to just not giving a damn. And to think it's only 5:30pm. Sigh.
Updated, 2am Monday... From what I read at "Television Without Pity," Andrew (Shawn Pyfrom) isn't in Housewives from (last night) so I may skip it until this coming weekend which I think is the season finale.
Using a can of spray primer in the bathroom isn't very smart healthwise because of the odor but with the fans going on opening various windows it got cleared out. Basically I just didn't care if I got sick or not. I've got a pain on my right foot that I haven't even checked out. I'm just not in a mood to care.
I ate a fried rice bowl, a bowl of cereal and another strawberry preserve sandwich on Sunday. It helped the time go by. I also cleaned up the battery-powered light Father had in the shed and removed the hardware from the shed doors: hinges, latches. I finally got those towels into the dryer. Lots of busy work. They better be dry by now! I'll get them out sometime Monday or when I think of it.
No call from Brother. No emails from Brother, SIL, Vegas... no one. I was the forgotten.
Sunday was the series finale for "The West Wing" which Mother had been watching. She had wanted the Jimmy Smits character to 'win' the presidency and that was the outcome. Monday morning makes it 3 months since Mother passed.
Sunday, May 14, 2006
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