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(no subject) [Apr. 2nd, 2008|03:19 pm]
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(no subject) [Feb. 2nd, 2007|07:59 am]
On New Years in the nursing home (which is around the corner from my
mum's place) that my grandma stays in, they take an early evening nap
so that they can be awake and celebrate the ringing in of New Years at
midnight. Well this year the caretakers asked if they wanted to do it
again. All of them said no, except my grandma. So this year she was
set to celebrate on her own in her room in a nursing home in an
outback sheep town.

I drove the 3 hour trip inland to my mum's on New Years day to get
away from the bustle in Perth. Visited with my grandma during the day
and went with my mum to her neighbors to celebrate New Years at 10pm.
They jokingly called themselves old and commented on how they would be
in bed before midnight. After wrapping up we went back to my mum's
place where shortly there-after she went to bed.

Around 1130pm I drove around the corner to the nursing home where I
noticed but wasnt surprised to see the light on in my grandma's room.
I went up to the entrance. The door was locked and the front light was
off. I proceeded to go to the window of my grandma's room to knock on
it, when, just as I started, the outside light came on and the front
door cracked open. It was one of the staff people that worked there.
She remembered who I was from earlier in the day, smiled and let me
in. So in I walked with a mug and a Guinness. Walked down the hall to
the only room that had its door open and the tv on. There she was,
sitting in her chair with her brandy watching the New Years coverage
of the celebrations at Sydney harbor. At midnight we clanked our
glasses together and said cheers and watched the fireworks on tv.

Can't think of a better New Year's.

Look who's picture is hanging up on the wall in her room.

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(no subject) [Sep. 26th, 2006|03:57 pm]
Bury it
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
Our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?
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(no subject) [Apr. 20th, 2006|11:45 am]
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the pieces of one's life [Mar. 14th, 2006|03:02 pm]
A dresser with photos of loved ones and crafts / souvenirs from foreign lands
A bookshelf with books accumulated through the years
Pictures hanging on a wall of past places visited
The furniture and decor of the room

These all help paint a picture of the person that inhabits their home.
A story of their past. Their own personal life mementos.
The experiences that shape who they are.
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(no subject) [Feb. 24th, 2006|11:04 am]
one of the the things that depresses me is the feeling of helplessness. the feeling of not completely understanding something. i have to realize that there are somethings i just have to accept and let be. but i feel inadequate when i cant help a friend. there is a sense of guilt that im not being a good enough friend if i just accept things and not try my best to help, even if its just listening.
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coldplay [Feb. 21st, 2006|10:56 am]
I'm on a coldplay kick. I've been listening to X&Y since Saturday.

Posting lyrics to describe how great a song is rarely gets the point across.
It is the combination of the music and the lyrics. I'd say that for almost every song on X&Y there is something there that I can relate to. I admire the ability to put a thought into words that really drives that thought across, and then to be able to add it to music. One song that I have on repeat right now is "Talk".

Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you, cause I don't know what to
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you
You can take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done

Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how do you feel?
Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me

So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You can climb a ladder up to the sun
Or a write a song nobody has sung
Or do something that's never been done
Do something that's never been done

So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making any sense at all
Let's talk, let's talk
Let's talk, let's talk

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Google unveils blog search engine [Sep. 15th, 2005|02:13 pm]
SAN FRANCISCO, California (AP) -- A new Google Inc. specialty search engine sifts through the Internet's millions of frequently updated personal journals, a long-anticipated development expected to help propel "blogging" into the cultural mainstream.

The new tool, unveiled Wednesday at http://blogsearch.google.com/ focuses exclusively on the material contained in the journals known as Web logs, or "blogs."
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(no subject) [Sep. 12th, 2005|10:00 pm]
i think i will sleep well tonight. this past weekend was an extended weekend for me as I took friday off of work for the hell of it. of course, as always, i wasnt able to sleep in. its funny how that works, on a work morning i can easily hit the snooze button and fall back to sleep almost instantly, but on a weekend / holiday morning if i im awaken for any reason in the early morning I cant get back to sleep. friday morning i woke up around 9 with the annoying thought of knowing that it was gym day. there was no chance i could get back to sleep knowning that i had to get that out of the way. so i went to the gym and had some breakfast after i got back home. i dorked out online for a couple of hours and at around 2pm with nothing left that had to be done i took a nice long nap until about 7pm. feeling hungry i went out and got some junk food to bring back home to eat while watching "dirty jobs" and "going tribal" on the discovery channel. come 1am i was wide awake no thanks to the biggie size coke that i had earlier in the night. i went online for another hour or so and decided to force myself to bed. since my laptop is by my bed i opened up a live stream of bbc news radio like i usually do every night to help me get to sleep. unfortunately that didnt work for this night as i found myself turning the volume down at least 4 different times during the night. 630am and its starting to get light out. 8am and i pull the covers over my head to block out the light. now im feeling like pacino in the movie "insomnia". finally i start to doze off and just like in the movie the phone rings. i noticed the area code on the caller ID was new york and remembered that my friend from australia said he would call me when he arrived in new york. i was too tired to answer the phone so i let the voice mail get it. i heard the beeping sound indication of a new voice mail shortly there after. i dozed back off but woke up about 30 minutes later knowing that i wouldnt get any quality sleep until i check the voicemail. i listened to the message and was slightly relieved to hear that my friend wanted to make plans for the day after (sunday) and that he would be boarding a train shortly for dc and he would call me later in the evening.

well, to make a long story short, the weekend was spent taking afternoon naps which messed up my night sleeping. combined with some excitement and anxiousness of meeting up with a friend that i had not seen in 15 years and having a relatively sober weekend made for some restless nights this past weekend. this morning when my alarm clock went off, i hit the snooze button and wouldnt you know it- i slept like baby for those 10 minutes. monday was a long slow day. i was so tired that i took a 15 minute nap in the parking lot after arriving at work!

more later about meeting up with my friend, but for now...... sleep.
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(no subject) [Aug. 23rd, 2005|08:12 pm]
I received a phone call from my mum in Australia last night. Apparently my grandmother is not doing so well. The nursing home staff said that things started going down hill for her about three weeks ago. She started forgetting things. She left her purse at the bank and went looking for it and ended up not knowing where she was and what she was doing. A couple of times when my mum went to visit her (keeping in mind that my mum lives 3 hours away) she forgot that she was coming. All this scared her to the point of her not wanting to leave her room. My mum has arranged for her to be moved to a nursing home in the town that my mum lives in. I think that is probably a good idea as now my mum can check up on her on a daily basis. We both talked about what our expectations of this situation would be and agreed that things probably wouldnt improve significantly and that this is probably the beginning of the end. It is a sad situation. The past couple of weeks I was thinking about her. Thinking about how it would soon be less than year before I would be back to visit with her again.
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