Rock Haus

What's doin'

Well let's see....

Mum doing okay, her leg is healing well enough now that it's been decided that she will not need the skin graft surgery so that's good news and she's pretty pleased about the fact this means she will get to come home sooner than later. Hopefully before Thanksgiving - she's ready to come home now but she still isn't strong enough to get around on her own and although either dad or i will be here with her at all times she still needs to be able to perform basic functions on her own, just as a quality of life issue. I went round earlier and did her hair for her, Dad's over there now and I'll go over later and bring her some pasta with my home made sauce since I know all she had for lunch was a few bites of some rather manky looking turkey, and a slice of watermelon.

WTP getting braver by the day, the past 2 nights she's come out to join me on the living room sofa, and she's exploring a little more each day. So far the inappropriate crapping hasn't started up but I am not exactly what you would call optimistic on that one...it's gonna happen sooner or later, just hope when it does it isn't found by Mum or Dad by way of stepping in it.

Starting to feel antsy - want to get out and be social but my social circle is limited and I'm broke as a joke until I get a job, which I'm kinda postponing til Mum comes home, since I want to be able to continue visiting her a couple of times a day, even if we just hang out and watch Food channel, I think she appreciates the company and Dad's no good at just sitting around doing nothing - I on the other hand am an olympic level expert at such things.

Tired of living in limbo - off to work on clearing out room and try to get me a bedroom...

I heart Calvin Marty

Tonight Calvin Marty and the Sunken Ship celebrated the release of their CD at Matilda. Although I didn't attend (obviously) Calvin was cool enough to give me and my photography a shout out. Seems only fitting I should do the same  - as much as I can....seriously, check him out - http://www.myspace.com/calvinmarty  and/or http://www.calvinmarty.com.

you won't be disappointed.

xxoo

Went out for another walk yesterday

Today I went for a walk.

I heart Whiskey

Today was uneventful. Morning visit w/mum, talked to her speech and physical therapists, v. nice people. Talked to the Dietitian for the facility, didn't much care for her. Mum doing ok, her spirits seem good, her brother and sister were visiting with her when Dad and I arrived. When I visited her tonight she asked me if tomorrow I could wash and set her hair and do her nails - I take this as a good sign since if she were desperately depressed, she wouldn't give a shit what she looks like. Her only major aggrivation is her roommate, a seemingly sweet little old lady with a busted hip who's all puppydogs and sunshine when her granddaughter is visiting, but then when the CNA comes to put the foam wedge holding her hips in place back where it belongs(because she keeps pulling it out) becomes a foul mouth lunatic screaming things like "you're a theif! a crook! A MURDERER! I know what you're gonna do!!!!!" Part of me wants to sympathize but the CNA in question is a super nice guy, who laughs off her accusations, and I am inclined to suspect she's not actually senile, and really just kind of a bitch...at least she's usually asleep...although she also tends to scream in her sleep. Fortunately my mother is mostly deaf so it's only a mild irritant....

Made pork pot pies for me and dad tonight, not bad for a first effort that I mostly made up...I'm spending a lot of time cooking...it's theraputic and gives me something to do while I wait for Dad to ask me to help him move the sleeper sofa out of my room and into the guest room.

WTP made major progress today. As an experiment I left her door open all day, She didn't really come out aside from a brief investigation of the guest room...but when Fatty and Soot infiltrated her space there was no fur flying or bloodshed. She'll be happier when I am sleeping in there and we can have proper cuddle time.

Once I get unpacked and settled and get myself some kind of income I can start trying to carve out some kind of life for myself here, but for now my major concern is getting Mum home...didn't hear anything from the bar I sent an application to, but pretty sure it's the Shoe, so hoping Bob can go in with me and help me ingratiate myself, if I don't get the gig this time perhaps next time I can get a gig there...I just want a night or two...nothing major, just a reason to get out of the house and be somewhat social...meet my future fat townie boyfriend...

I should probably stop being so cynical...

How y'all doing?

All my Chicago peeps heading to the rally tomorrow night - have fun and plan an escape route - no matter who wins, rioting is always a possibility.

xxoo

I live in Hudson now.

I now live in Hudson.

I live in Hudson Massachusetts...

You know how sometimes you're writing something and no matter how you re-arrange it, or spell check, or read it aloud, it just seems WRONG? Yeah. Like that.

After a long yet uneventful drive, we arrived in Hudson on Thursday night. Currently I'm residing on the couch since Dad is just finishing up the rehab of the guest room, meaning all the furniture from there is in what will be my room...so the house is in chaos but nothing can really be done about it until the poly on the floor is dry...hopefully tomorrow. Until that happens I can't really unpack, can't really settle in...which on the plus side postpones my inevitable breakdown when I realize that I really am here for good and I won't be moving back to Chicago any time soon if ever.

Mum is doing okay although not as well as I'd like. The surgery on her leg has been a major setback in her rehab, she can't come home until she can stand and get out of bed on her own. I watched her try today to get out of her wheelchair and into bed and she eventually had to give up. On the bright side the wound from her surgery is finally healing, so the proposed skin graft surgery may not be necessary. I think my return has improved her outlook, and since I'm bringing her meals, her diet has improved. I saw what they brought her for lunch the other day and literally got sick in my mouth, I shan't elaborate, but lets just say I have no issue whatsoever with bringing Mum meals a couple of times a day just to ensure she's getting enough to eat. What they're offering there I wouldn't let a stray dog eat out of a dumpster. Tomorrow a trip to GNC to get some protein powder to sneak into her afternoon fruit smoothie.

Dad seems fairly happy since I'm back, he likes my cooking, and my being here takes the pressure off him to spend so much time at the Rehab with Mum, which he finds understandably upsetting and depressing. We've been planning gardening projects, and he's gonna teach me how to make wine, and weld.

WTP is, unsurprisingly, NOT making friends with Fatty and Soot, Fatty could be arsed with her and just wants to get in the bedroom where she's living to get at her Iams and her litterbox. Soot wants to make friends, but WTP is SO NOT FUCKING HAVING ANY OF THAT. For the time being I am letting her spend all her time sequestered in my bedroom to be, occasionally I toss my parents cats in the basement so she can come out and explore, unmolested, but she seems perfectly content to stay in the one room...Hopefully eventually she will come out of her shell...

I still have to write an entry about my final weekend in Chicago and how awesome my friends are and how incredibly broken my heart is to have left the city that was my home for 13 years, which is longer than I've ever lived anywhere, ever, but I just don't have it in me right now. Plus there are pictures to go with and all my pics are being held hostage by my desktop which currently has no place to live and therefore is nothing more that a large paperweight at present.

Guess that's it...just wanted to let y'all know I'm still kickin....