Saturday, September 27, 2008


Mood: Awake (-ish)
Hair: Yanked back in a braid
Eyes: So far, so good
Listening to: Beast, in the fridge, making noise...dropping things, etc.
I meant to post last night, but my brain was just not up to cruising through the highs and lows of the day. The short version:
The place where Beast's dad was going to be moving--next Friday--pulled the plug on his acceptance. Apparently he's too sick, or not sick enough, for them to manage. It makes no sense; dialysis is not that uncommon among the elderly and he'd be doing it at a center, not at home...whatever. It's just weird that an elder-care facility would refuse someone for needing elder care--and then tell us that the nearest place who can accommodate us is an hour a way.

Beast spent the early afternoon calling back some places that were on the B team, and found a spot for FIL at a place that's further away (by 10 minutes, not an hour!), has medical staff on site more often, and has no issues with dialysis, and which has space available for him to move in next Friday. The timing is still the same, but the location and amenities are different. Thank goodness I hadn't bought anything yet for FIL's windows or kitchen cupboards!

Beast's blood pressure may never return to normal however, and the original location has shot themselves in the foot bigtime over this. So much for me volunteering there, or feeling generally charitable when they do something that makes the news. They should go hang for all I care now.
Last night was pretty quiet. We watched the debate...and it was, for the first time in a long time, an actual debate, not a one-sided duck-and-dive. I think they were actually thinking for themselves. Both of them. Shocking.

And here's a bit from Buddy, whom I was holding while Sparky cleaned his cage:
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Urban Word:
SEP: Someone Else's Problem

It is rare for me to think this way, but I'm learning to let go of what I can't control and allow it to be SEP.

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