Last Day.

Not too much going on here except to say that today is the last day of summer vacation, it being Labour Day and schools go back tomorrow. I can still remember the fear, the nervousness, the anxiety, and the dread of going back to school, even now all these years, decades, later, and sometimes I even still have nightmares about it. Today is also supposed to be the hottest day of the year, going up to 33 C with a humidex of 41 C and lasting for 2 more days!Not good for the poor kids in schools that for the most part are NOT air conditioned! It was so hot yersterday( even for me) Buddy and I couldn't even go out in the backyard but had to stay in the front on the veranda where there's shade and it's always cooler and breezier. In 8 more days I also go on my trip but it still doesn't feel real yet, and almost like I'm waiting for something to happen, to go wrong, to ruin it, my life has "conditioned" me, so in a way I'm not "allowing" myself to get too excited about it and I still have to pack and go to the store and get a couple of books to read on the plane.I haven't packed my mother's bag for her Big Move to the LTC home yet either which is on Thursday and I know I'll just be hauling ass and doing it the day before, ha, ha. and to think that I used to be soooo organized before and do everything so far ahead but now I just don't give a shit anymore. We also found out the wheelchair she wants(like she's using at the hospital now) costs a whopping 6K and she says she needs it "for her independence" and without it she'll be "confined to bed all the time" and "isn't her independence worth 6K?" and I said It may be worth 6K but we still don't have it and can't afford it! so  she'll just have to be confined to bed so she's going to ask the kids to set up a Go Fund Me page for her.

I also still have my scaly scabby red rash on my lower back and unlike excema it stings and burns, more like a bad sunburn and when I compared it to photos of rashes online it came up as shingles, and looks like the one shown here, so maybe that's what it is; and it's the Herpes Zoster virus left-over from Chicken Pox decades earlier laying dormant in your spinal cord that flares up, often in your 50's( although the 20 YR old had it as a teen) with pain, often really bad, and the rash, with cold-like symptoms, which might also explain my  recent runny nose ,itchy eyes,and headache I just passed off as allergies....plus my really sore back...it's possible and could be...you never know...her and I both had the Chicken Pox when we were babies under a year old....Yesterday the bismuth sculpture guy called me as well and said he'd drop by with the hippo at 6:30 so I waited....and waited....and waited....and nothing; he never showed up, and it got to be 8 pm and he still never came so I thought maybe I got it mixed-up and he meant today at 6:30 and I go to bed by 9pm...and then this morning there was a message on the machine that he did come by later last night and was on our porch but there was no answer; we were all up in bed....but he'll call again today. Let's hope so; I've been trying to track down this little hippo all summer! If not, well, at least I'll save 160$.

It's also been sooo nice with both my mother and hubby gone and yesterday the 28 YR old asked if my hubby was coming back yesterday and when I said no, not until late tonight he goes, Good! and I prefer it this way, just the 3 of us(him, the 16 YR old, Buddy,and I) and even the 16 YR old's been much nicer and even been helping out more and we 're getting along better now,too,without my mother here interfering and to indulge and pamper and excuse him and to "triangulate" us and the 28 YR old was also an asshole(and with a faulty memory,too) saying his childhood was macaroni & cheese, oatmeal ,and hand-me-down clothes as if he was some sort of disadvantaged orphan child, and he was one of 11 kids(but everyone did also get new clothes as well not just second-hand) and he forgot that I also took him across Europe when he was 11,too, not too bad for a "poor orphan" I'd say....

Ingrate.

Let it be.-The Beatles.