- I’m still sick and I still have no voice. This really sucks. On the bright side, I did an amazing job of running my classes yesterday entirely through handouts and small group work. This makes me think I could, after all, design a decent DL class. Maybe I’ll do that next summer.
- The group blog CatchingFlies, to which I only ever contributed two posts — because I suck — is now no more. I’m not even going to bother to link to it because BP didn’t just post a farewell and stop posting, but gave up the URL (because, being a Typepad group blog, it cost money). Word to the wise: don’t do this if you can help it. If you stop your blog or want to wipe it from memory, just delete the incrimating posts, but keep the blog active. Why? Because spammers take over the old URL if you relinquish it. CatchingFlies is now full of drug spam. Since so many of us are anonymous, I guess it doesn’t matter that our “names” can later be associated with crap, but it still bugs me.
- Most of you don’t know this, but my mom has been in the hospital twice more since the first time over Christmas. She’s now in rehab and we’ve been making arrangements for her to move into assisted living. (Or actually, Virgo Sis and Fast Fizzy have been making the arrangements.) Mom decided that’s what she wants and it’s also what she really needs. Dad can’t take care of her because he’s a) demented and addled, and b) a selfish sonuvabitch who does things like his own laundry, but not Mom’s, and then claims he’s “doing all the work” and “taking care of things.”
- Oh but wait, there’s more. Now Dad’s balking at the cost of assisted living. And by balking I don’t mean “worrying about it because it’s expensive and they’re financially strapped,” but “being a selfish shit and screaming and yelling at the cost and, for the moment anyway, refusing to pay for it despite the fact that he’s sitting on plenty of assets even before you get to the non-liquid stuff like the house.” In other words, he has the money, but he doesn’t want to spend it. On Mom. Because he’s an asshole.
- Don’t believe that my dad is an asshole? Here’s a choice Dad quote of late: “I hope you kids inherited my healthy genes and not hers. I should’ve had her checked out before I married her.” What an asshole.
- My sister Ms. V would have been 51 today. Maybe it’s a good thing she didn’t live to have to deal with this crap.
- Tomorrow’s eldest niece’s birthday. She’s Ms. V’s daughter. Her birthday is forever linked with her mom’s. Because I probably still won’t have much of a voice tomorrow, I can’t call her.
- Because I haven’t had a voice for half of the week, I haven’t been able to call Mom, and I know she’s lonely.
- Because I don’t have a voice, I can’t call and yell at my selfish rat-bastard of a father.
- And now I have to write a thank-you note for the birthday check Dad sent me only after Virgo Sis reminded him (well, he is in early stages of dementia, so I guess I can’t really be mad about that). But still, I’m not feeling very thankful or filial right now.
Edited to add: It’s really Virgo Sis who is dealing with this head-on right now. But she’s so upset that it made me upset, especially since I can’t call anyone, including her. So voila — a blog vent! These things are so damn useful! Oh, and I still haven’t written that bloody thank-you note.