The day got away from me. Time to jot … Thanks Lauren for the prompt and thanks Linda for hosting.
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 16th, 2022, is “ridiculous.” Use the word “ridiculous” any way you’d like. Have fun!
Depending on my tone, ridiculous can either be a good or a bad thing. Webster’s defines ridiculous as an adjective deserving or inviting derision or mockery; absurd. Well what’s not absurd these days? When I look at synonyms for ridiculous, I see hilarious, funny, amusing. All are good. But half-baked, moronic, and insane are also listed as synonyms to ridiculous. Hmmm. Maybe the term synonym should be redefined. These groups of three seem more like opposites.
Anywho, I best quit while I’m ahead. Before this post becomes even more ridiculous. When I wrote ahead, I thought a-head when led me to remember Abby-Normal. How’s this clip for ridiculous? Aka zany fun.
What a whirlwind week. My mother in law isn’t doing well at all. Two hospital visits in short succession. She is back home as of this writing but for how long? Did you know when you call EMS, you get taken to the hospital even if you don’t need it? Yep, EMS cannot make that determine only a doctor can so if you call, you get carted in. Otherwise there could be a malpractice claim or some such. I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. The second hospital run on Friday was for a nose bleed. Yep. There was no need to take her in at all but in she went anyway because in a panic PoPo called them.
Then yesterday, B and Pony were going to go to our place in the hill country for some r&r but they were called back for another emergency. PoPo was frantic, rightfully so but he called B instead of the ambulance. Took three of them to get her into a more upright position. She was having trouble breathing but it turned out to be a panic attack. She took our last at home covid test and when she saw she was negative, she calmed down. She was sure she got “IT” at the hospital on Friday. And she could have still. We’ll have to wait and see. Can’t wait for Wednesday when we can order our tests for at home – four per household.
The nice part (if there’s anything nice about the Rona daze) is we minimize our exposure. Lulu is a permanent remote worker. Pony’s company is taking a wait and see approach and he’s at home until end of the month at least. Me? I get to choose and until this uptick in cases dies down, I’m staying put. B is the only one going out to work right now. All four of us are double vaccinated and boosted and all four of us wear KN95 masks if indoors in a peopley place. B even wears his mask on the job which is outdoors but still peopley. We’ve come to the conclusion of not if but when and it’ll come in through B. Or who knows maybe all the precautions will work to keep things at bay?
Back to MoMo. She needs to be in a nursing home. When the subject was broached, she came unglued. We stopped the convo immediately lest she stroke out right there in front of us. Thing is she NEEDS 24/7 care. B can’t keep running over there in the middle of the night because she incoherent and PoPo can’t get help her. PoPo is not back to 100% yet from his broken leg either. He’s frustrated that he cannot do everything for her but sad fact is he can’t. And even if he was in better shape himself, nursing is a profession requiring lots of training. PoPo is not a nurse. This is groundhog day. PoPo’s mom sweet Tutu was put in a nursing home because they realized she needed more care than they could give her in their home. MoMo was fine with that. Now that she needs the same type of care, she’s being ornery.
Of course there are people out there thinking how bad we are for not keeping her at home. Calling us selfish even. Maybe we are being selfish? Or maybe we’re feeling guilty? MoMo has never been an easy person to deal with. Let’s just say it’s complicated.
Here’s a plug for long term care insurance. Just do it! B and I have it since we were in our 20s. People think the coverage is for older folk only but anyone can need long term care. Think car wrecks and such. Now all we need is to get our pre-arranged funeral plans in order.
I’ve already told the kids if I get this way … like MoMo … to just drop me off in the hill country somewhere on our property. I’ll wonder around until nature takes its course. They can even assist me if they’d like by pushing me off the highest point on the place down into the ravine. Just make sure my death is instant. Doh! Humor even dark humor is what is called for right now. This too shall pass. God willing and the creek don’t rise.
The prompt is Bomb, Gun, Knife, Weapon. I may have picked this song before but it fits the promot so I’ll use it again. Without further ado Pumped Up Kicks – Foster the People. Writer: Mark Foster
Robert’s got a quick hand He’ll look around the room He won’t tell you his plan He’s got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth He’s a cowboy kid
Yeah he found a six-shooter gun In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things I don’t even know what But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you, wait
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long day He be coming home late, and he’s coming home late And he’s bringing me a surprise ‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice
I’ve waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger I reason with my cigarette And say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must’ve lost your wits?” Yeah
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
Run, run, run, run, ru-ru-ru-run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run Ru-ru-ru-run, run, run, run, run, run
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You better run, better run, faster than my bullet
J-Dub's Grin and Bear It 