I'm hanging out at Mama Elu's house tonight. She came home from the hospital today, and is on 24/7 home oxygen. Let me tell you, that has gone over like a lead turd in the Monongahela. She sees it as a great imposition on her independence (which it is, let's be honest here) and as the beginning of the end. Hmmmm - I thought that started about age 22. Anyway, she'll permit me to stay overnight begrudgingly, and tomorrow is having one of those radio pendant things installed at my strong insistence -- If she had been just a little sicker last Thursday night, she would have been unable to call me, and I wouldn't have discovered the problem for a few hours. Telling her that she is lucky to live in the age of antibiotics (without which last week would have been a strongly life-threatening event) and oxygen (without which her sats are terrible) isn't producing much positive reaction. It's no doubt a lot to get used to in a terrible hurry. Bro. (in both senses) Joel is doing both the son and the pastoral thing, and Pastor Josh has been very supportive. He's an interesting guy, unassuming and I think very intellectual without being pretensious. Hell, in that respect, he fits in very well in my (and now his!) mountains.
I'm using her computer - biggest damn monitor I've ever seen. TimSon and Mama Elu collaborated on speccing the system. The font appears to be 24 point or so on the screen.
I'm unusually buried in politics this election cycle. In addition to Bro. Dave's judge campaign, I'm working another judicial campaign, a sheriff's race (that may sound minimal, but it's a big deal in WV) and most recently a minor role in a statewide judicial campaign.
Reading is WAY down this week - reading Pontoon, by Garrison Keillor, and it is a certain addition to the next quarterly canon. This guy's use of language is downright stunning.
I confess that I'm run ragged and on the rim of shutting down. By necessity, I'm away from No. 3 tonight, so this will be a bit of a vacation. In some sense.
Walking in the hospital down a LONG corridor yesterday (must be 200 yards long), I suddenly noticed that my long and distance-consuming stride is coming back. Watching this is amazing, and I'm writing, writing about it.
Speaking of the canon, I've offered it in modified form to the WV State Bar magazine, but I don't know if they will take me up on it.
Today's political news analysis: My party has succeeded in grabbing defeat right out of the jaws of victory. I will support Obama or Hillary, whoever the nominee is. I will put money into the campaign. (After all, I would find Vegas to be a great bloody boor, so I've no other way to uselessly waste the money.) But I'm practicing the phrase "President McCain." It's really sad. I was at the barber shop this morning, and there was an absolutely stereotypical political discussion of the extreme conservative bent.
Pippa passes.
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Oxygen might very well be "the beginning of the end" but that end might be a long time in arriving. My mother-in-law lived another 16 years attached to tubes and tank. Though the last couple were very, very sad.
Ded
Repeat after me: President Obama
this is the one time since I've met you I hope you're wrong
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wishing your Mom great good healing powers -- she's so very lucky to have you
:)
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Roger meijo, My mommer and aunt both had surgery on the 29th ... its so hard to witness loved ones aging and losing their vitality. After this blog visit, I've added a third temple incense to burn on my altar. Blessed be, Sarai
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