annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brothers, sisters Up at ED's, in GS's bed - he's still at his auntie's - listening to SIL snoring through the thin wooden wall. I know his head is only about a foot away from me, which is quite distressing to be honest. This morning I awoke into a torrent of grief for my girl and her useless legs and inability to get from wheelchair to car. At the singing group people kept choosing these fucking uplifting songs that made water just pour out of my eyes. I kept on singing though, loudly and badly, as is my wont. And now I'm here and me and ED have had some cuddles and some laughs I can get in a better place. She's still here and still her. Which is weird, isn't it, that she can lose so much memory and capacity yet still retain some essential quality that is unmistakably her and only her. I've palled up with one of the women at the singing group, P, who is 80, lifetime member of the Salvation Army and a volunteer at the homeless shelter they run. I'm going along on Wednesday to volunteer. Yikes. All I know about the SallyAm is what I gleaned from multiple watching of Guys and Dolls when we didn't have a TV aerial and only possessed two videos, the other one being Oliver! (the ! is part of the title, not me being being amazed at the zaniness of it all). I hope to behave well and become a regular volunteer - this is where I've wanted to start for a while, what with knowing Art and now living close to the city's other big shelter. I'd rather not work there as it's so close to home (bloody hell, daughter's snoring as well now, both of them, on alternate breaths, awful, awful noise. I may have to go and have another smoke). Here's another good song I will fill my week with yoga, singing, allotmenting, volunteering, blogging, acupuncture, and a bit of larking about and that'll be pretty cool. I have more than enough money. (Mantra rather than actuality, at the moment, but meanwhile, I have more than enough money) I hope they don't make them listen to god stuff at the shelter. I hate that, really hate it. Laters xxx 12:22 a.m. - 01.06.13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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