Monday, August 22, 2011

UP late, arm wound feels icky

This is my armpit, where the surgeons glue failed me miserably. Now he is out of town and I have what looks like an exit wound from a bullet.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

I know, I know, there before the grace of 'God"? go I

My sister was off the smoke coke for a couple weeks. She did her pills but none of that in and out of the house ever 5 minutes and frantic attempts to redecorate or frenzied half all yard and tree work. She refiiled her smoke coke prescription with her lovely dealer in Longview. It's like watching a hampster on well,,,,crack. Excitedly hurrying between strange projects that only make since in her head.  I'm disappointed. She is 50 and never had a single consequence other than losing her storage locker in Houston. I just hate the fate that everything and everyone in the house feels so out of control when she smokes the rocks. I'm grateful it isn't me but I want to scream at her, only I couldn't scream loud enough to get through the addiction and speak to her. Been there done that. Wish the universe would help us all out here and do for her what she can't do for herself. We all have to get there on our own, that is, that ones of us that make it out.

pictures from LR14