Such is Life

 

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I won't share more miserable narrative though that is all I have as life experience just now.  That and the evening meal, the evening's drink.  I made good pho last night.  Soups are always good, aren't they?  Exhausted (and maybe a bit in my cups), I fell asleep sitting up on the couch last night.  I woke to the very end of a PBS documentary on Broadway--"And so the musical is the uniquely American contribution to cinema."  

Oh how I abhor a musical.  

It was 11:30.  I'd had my feet stretched out on the ottoman and my bad knee was crying.  This morning, I went back in my Youtube history to see what all I'd slept through.  Wow!  Two documentaries, two and a half hours.  I'd fallen asleep at nine.  

The weather now is lovely, and I would love nothing more than to enjoy the day, but I will have to go back to the hospital and share my mother's misery.  It is a nonstop, constant complaint now with the no longer silent plea for me not to leave.  This, I believe, will continue for many more years.  Other than her brain and bones and bowels and bladder, her organs are healthy.  

There is nothing to do but envy the young.  

I will leave it at that today.  It is the weekend.  You have the Olympics, the Super Bowl.  I don't have cable, so if I want to see Bad Bunny, I'll have to go to my mother's.  It would be my first time hearing him.  Him, right?  

The world is full of hardship and misery, but we argue over trivial things.  There may be thunder and lightning, but it is the pebble that has somehow found its way into our sock that masters our attention.  

Such is life.