I keep getting in trouble for what I post about Mom's health, or getting other family members in trouble (which of you lovely readers sent hatemail to my brother? I wonder...)
Anyhoo, Mom's on yet another rollercoaster. Because it wouldn't be a holiday without an ER visit. If you want to keep up with her, please check her site for updates.
I'm totally emotionally spent. Look at these lovely additions to our national catastrophe: Castro Had Plan, Bush Played Golf
And my favorite: Snowball. "On Thursday, when an officer confiscated a dog, a little boy cried out Snowball! Snowball!'' until he vomited. The police took from a boy and tossed by the side of the bus- the dog tried again and again to get on the bus -police pushed it away...These photos appear to show evacuations from the I-10 causeway near the Convention Center. The little boy who survived 5 days of the Hell Hole once known as the Superdome with the last connection he had with his former life, his little dog, only to have this dog torn from his arms as he was loaded on a bus to Houston. His distress – on film – was such that he vomited."
Are you effing kidding me? This is what our country is about? I get that people come first, everyone would want to bring their pets, blah blah blah. But the dog was tiny and right there, and...OI!
On the bright side, started S Factor with a new teacher who identified my problem with some of the tricks...I have no hand strength. Like, Nurse Sis actually bought me that fancy Black & Decker jar opener for X-mas. Apparently, that's why I slide down the pole and fear falling on my head when I attempt Snake.
So, problem solved...a month of daily hand strengthening exercises, then I try Snake again. And as a class bonus, I learned a new trick that I actually did perfect the first time - it's beautiful and all glidey and I felt like a pole Goddess. It was nice to get that exhileration of flying. Needed something positive to concentrate on.