No More Snark Hunting

Entry 1

Fuck This Malady

Jenny threw up last night--a lot.  The nausea has returned worse than ever. The pain is escalating.  Her energy level has plummeted.  I fed her a very small breakfast this morning--an egg.  Now I have given her an emesis bag because the nausea is on overdrive.  Around every corner is another trap.  I was scared shitless before.  This malady turns on a dime, I am hoping against hope it isn't turning now.  This fear isn't unusual now.  I call it Sunday.

Abby and I are off to get more boxes. Lots and lots of boxes.

Entry 2     8:21 p.m.

Leiney, Jenny and I took our dos buenos perros for a walk.  Jenny mustered energy, after struggling to get out of bed all day.  I made a nice dinner for us earlier, fired up the grill, and we ate standard fare at the picnic table, Hawaiian music accompanying me. 
Entry  3    10:14 p.m.
Abby is on Mercer Island with friends for the 4th.  She called a few minutes ago to tell me that her brake lights are stuck on.  So, now I have to go pick her up.  It's been a long day, now it will be a bit longer.
Entry 4   11:36 p.m.

It sounds like an aged and palsied Beirut outside my door at 1136 p.m. Bangs and booms stuttering with large pauses.  The dogs don't seem to be bothered, Buddy blasé, Willow a bit curious.

I realized driving home tonight that much of the life I am leading is preparing me for single parenthood.  I am back up and out at 8 to take Abby to work on Mercer Island, and then we have to figure out her car, sitting with its brake lights stuck on in her friend's driveway.  I am packing alone.  Jenny did force herself to pack a box. But the woman is sick and weak, and no one but she expects more than what she is doing.  I have to step up my game, now.

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  1. AshleyJuly 4, 2021 at 9:11 PM

    Pure Heart, Israel Kamakawiwoʻole, Mākaha Sons of Niʻihau (Isʻ old band), Willie K (Kahaialiʻi), Dennis Kamakahi, Nathan Aweau, Ledward Kaʻapana, Mark Yamanaka, Kawika Kahiapo, Braddah Noland, Gabby and Cyril Pahinui... Go to YouTube and search "The Slack Key Show" (Uncle Georgeʻs show at Napili Kai)

    So much good music out there. You likely are already familiar with several- Some are gone.

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