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Aug. 17th, 2006 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolToday, I went into a woman's room to give her a cup of tea. She's lovely, this woman; admittingly, she's confused a lot of the time, but she always smiles, asks me how I am, and generally I can have a bit of a natter with her. Today, I went in to see lots of cards saying "Happy 90th!" and she was surrounded by 90 roses, one for each year, sent by her eldest son. She only looks about 70 on a bad day.
"Gosh, M!" I said (for I do not swear at work and also I have a confidentiality agreement). "I can't believe you're 90! Many happy returns!"
She winked. "I'm only 21 really," she said with a smile.
"I can believe it!" I put her tea with a biscuit down on the side. "What's your secret?"
She looked unsually pensieve. "Being happy," she said eventually. "Being happy, and glad, and helping other people out when I can."
I've been thinking about what she said all day. It's a bit humbling, really, to spend every day talking to people nearly five times my age, in many cases.
--
Still struggling a wee bit with mum; she's at the hospice, because apparently Di has got worse. Needless to say, this means I'm running around doing the housework again. I came home after an otherwise hellish day at work (please, sweet lord, but I would appreciate a break every so often. Just every two days, maybe. DO I ASK SO MUCH) to discover my sister on the Playstation.
"Have you done anything today?" I asked.
"I've done the dishwasher AND I've turned it on!" she protested.
I gave up and went to see Simon for a bit. He put up with me falling asleep on his bed for an hou and then leaving early because I had to come home and make tea. I reiteratre my statements that he is most wonderful, although you lot also are; thank you for all the comments and stuff. It's really appreciated.
Anyway. Although Mum is at the hospice, she did leave a note with a list of houswork, because she has some friends from college coming over. This hopefully means that she'll get back into doing her college work, because it'll be honestly tragic if she drops out - when is she going to get another (funded) chance like this? - as well as meaning she's talking to people who aren't, you know, depending on her totally for everything.
--
Mum just came home, actually, and I just got a stress-filled rollicking because Megan was upset because I'd told her that she wasn't doing enough around the house. She responded "BUT I TAKE AN INTEREST IN YOUR LIFE!" and frankly I don't give a shite if she does. I'd prefer it if she'd, say, clean up the kitchen after I came home early from Simon's just to cook madam her tea. I also had a talk to Mum, and yep, looks as though I'm going to carry on the way I have been doing for a while.
OH YAY. I don't mind doing the washing and stuff like that, and making tea, but I'd like not to be stressing out about it. I'm going to talk to Dad about it tomorrow and see if we can try mystical things like Teaching Megan How To Use The Washing Machine.
I am leaving for university in four and a half weeks. I thoroughly refuse to stress about this, because it will blow over and get better, and I think it's improving a bit now.
I'm going out tomorrow night, which I'm quite excited about. First port of call is Snakes On A Plane and then to the Kasturi, otherwise known as the home to the Greatest Curry Ever. I am fiedishly excited, because I haven't been out for, well, a whole week, and secondly, Snakes. On A Plane. I need, I think, a little bit of an escape. I also need something to eat, because today represented a long and difficult day at work, so I'm going to rewind tonight, and sit around and eat. I bought a cheesecake the other day, and I'm just a bit annoyed that I forgot to defrost it; I have massive cravings for baked goods at the moment, and my exciting Fruit and Fibre bars (I HAVE TO START SOMEWHERE JUDGE ME NOT) are not exactly doing the job right now.
Finally - good luck to everyone getting AS and A Level results today! Ugh, just thinking back to the terror of the night before that day makes me feel sick. This time last year, I had no idea how much my life was about to change. And most, if not all of it, has been good.
~Hathy_Col~
"Gosh, M!" I said (for I do not swear at work and also I have a confidentiality agreement). "I can't believe you're 90! Many happy returns!"
She winked. "I'm only 21 really," she said with a smile.
"I can believe it!" I put her tea with a biscuit down on the side. "What's your secret?"
She looked unsually pensieve. "Being happy," she said eventually. "Being happy, and glad, and helping other people out when I can."
I've been thinking about what she said all day. It's a bit humbling, really, to spend every day talking to people nearly five times my age, in many cases.
--
Still struggling a wee bit with mum; she's at the hospice, because apparently Di has got worse. Needless to say, this means I'm running around doing the housework again. I came home after an otherwise hellish day at work (please, sweet lord, but I would appreciate a break every so often. Just every two days, maybe. DO I ASK SO MUCH) to discover my sister on the Playstation.
"Have you done anything today?" I asked.
"I've done the dishwasher AND I've turned it on!" she protested.
I gave up and went to see Simon for a bit. He put up with me falling asleep on his bed for an hou and then leaving early because I had to come home and make tea. I reiteratre my statements that he is most wonderful, although you lot also are; thank you for all the comments and stuff. It's really appreciated.
Anyway. Although Mum is at the hospice, she did leave a note with a list of houswork, because she has some friends from college coming over. This hopefully means that she'll get back into doing her college work, because it'll be honestly tragic if she drops out - when is she going to get another (funded) chance like this? - as well as meaning she's talking to people who aren't, you know, depending on her totally for everything.
--
Mum just came home, actually, and I just got a stress-filled rollicking because Megan was upset because I'd told her that she wasn't doing enough around the house. She responded "BUT I TAKE AN INTEREST IN YOUR LIFE!" and frankly I don't give a shite if she does. I'd prefer it if she'd, say, clean up the kitchen after I came home early from Simon's just to cook madam her tea. I also had a talk to Mum, and yep, looks as though I'm going to carry on the way I have been doing for a while.
OH YAY. I don't mind doing the washing and stuff like that, and making tea, but I'd like not to be stressing out about it. I'm going to talk to Dad about it tomorrow and see if we can try mystical things like Teaching Megan How To Use The Washing Machine.
I am leaving for university in four and a half weeks. I thoroughly refuse to stress about this, because it will blow over and get better, and I think it's improving a bit now.
I'm going out tomorrow night, which I'm quite excited about. First port of call is Snakes On A Plane and then to the Kasturi, otherwise known as the home to the Greatest Curry Ever. I am fiedishly excited, because I haven't been out for, well, a whole week, and secondly, Snakes. On A Plane. I need, I think, a little bit of an escape. I also need something to eat, because today represented a long and difficult day at work, so I'm going to rewind tonight, and sit around and eat. I bought a cheesecake the other day, and I'm just a bit annoyed that I forgot to defrost it; I have massive cravings for baked goods at the moment, and my exciting Fruit and Fibre bars (I HAVE TO START SOMEWHERE JUDGE ME NOT) are not exactly doing the job right now.
Finally - good luck to everyone getting AS and A Level results today! Ugh, just thinking back to the terror of the night before that day makes me feel sick. This time last year, I had no idea how much my life was about to change. And most, if not all of it, has been good.
~Hathy_Col~
