September 15, 2004

Semi-Good Samaritan

The aggravations started last night with a lovely pile of cat barf on my comforter, summoned no doubt by the blue plastic milk ring that Marley apparently swallowed whole. She has gone from merely delighting in playing with them to being unable to control her zest and thus ingesting them in her frenzy of ecstasy. Because I am smart, I decided to throw the whole queen-sized comforter into my washing machine instead of just spot cleaning the hurl, and I noted that the washing machine wasn't really turning properly but I just gave it to God. It didn't dry the first time, so I decided to dry it again, but it still wasn't dry, so I hung it over the shower rod to dry and noted that the part with the vomit was already dry. Because it had never made it to the step of getting wet, and you know, washed. I sighed and cleaned it with a soapy washcloth and left the whole thing to dry there last night. This morning it was a hardened, lumpy shell of its former glory.

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I left my house at about 6:30 this morning to avoid some traffic to fetch some bottled water that my mother bought me. I had also gone to fetch it yesterday on my lunch break, but my mom still had it in the trunk of her car and wasn't at home. I told her yesterday I'd be coming to get it this morning. So I went. And lo and behold, my mother was at mass, probably praying for the salvation of New Orleans and that will not be submerged in twenty feet of rancid water thus drowning her brother and St. Louis Cathedral, and the bottled water was still in her trunk. I left resignedly and went home.

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I decided I needed some protein since I'm getting into survival mode so I dumped three egg whites in the skillet with some Tony's and olive oil spray. In the process, I dropped an entire raw egg on the floor, and both dogs skidded in it as they tore through the kitchen. I sincerely hope they do not get salmonella as they lick their paws. I made a strawberry smoothie and ate a little bit of shredded wheat and bran cereal. I morosely headed to work, which is not closed today unlike every other institution in the area.

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Yesterday I recorded Oprah because I wanted to get a follow up on the Lori Hacking case. And I cried pretty much throughout the entire interview with her mother. It was just so disturbing how they were all so fooled by this man and how his series of lies just spiraled out of control. The psychologist said that truly pathological liars use their lies as a drug and a way to keep from being depressed or feeling inferior and can become murderous when they are confronted and just snap in a moment of fear and rage when that lie is shattered even though they can be very loveable people otherwise. It was just very disturbing and tragic and so, so sad. Lori Hacking's mother was so articulate and sorrowful and so understanding of her daughter's killer's family, saying what good people they were and how difficult it is for them now to face what their son has done. There are so many degrees of the fallout of "you think you know someone..." that I guess everyone has experienced in his or her own way, but I guess this is an example of the extreme. It's so sad. I mean, just in the case of this poor mother. She loved her son-in-law. LOVED him. And she says that she can't reconcile the fact that the person who lied to them and killed her daughter is the same person who was so wonderful and kind. And on top of the grief of losing her daughter, she contends with that struggle every day. GOD. It's awful. But she was a lovely woman.

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This is how crazy I am. I am most worried about losing power because I don't know what I will eat that is Core that isn't stored in my freezer or refridgerator or that doesn't require cooking. I have a few cans of tuna fish, but that's about it! Oh, and I guess I can take the fruit and veggies I have in the fridge out and eat those if worse comes to worst, or some dry cereal. Jesus! I hope everyone on the coast is okay. It is scary not knowing what will happen and if New Orleans really will be submerged. I can't even think about it.

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In conclusion, the relatives are descending! I just found out that I have ten New Orleans refugee relatives along with their children and pets hanging out in the McDonald's down the road with nowhere to go. My mom called and asked, "How big is your heart feeling today?" I replied, "SMALL. Why?" Alert. Alert. Some of them, of course, will need to stay at my house. I am to say the very least ill-prepared for this onslaught. I mean, anyone with animals knows that no matter how hard you try to keep your house clean, there is the unobtainable layer of pet hair that is just impossible to completely remove, and I shrink in horror at the idea of someone laying out a sleeping bag on my floor and suffocating. I have sheets and pillow cases and bedspreads to launder. I don't know if I have enough towels for all these people. I have no idea what they are going to eat. I am sure my uncle and cousin will show up with a few cases of Schlitz and get so drunk that they end up peeing in the sink. Some of them wanted to bring their dogs but I was like, "Look, I am not Noah's ark." They are my family and I love them and I sincerely am glad that they are out and safe but I am having to relate, relax, and release to maintain inner poise. I am trying to be a good samaritan but I have my limits. I am a horrible person. Horrible! I don't think good samaritans are supposed to have limits, for GOD'S SAKE!

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About this time in ...

2003:

9/15:

"May this from now on be a symbol of how much your grandparents loved each other and the love of your family."

2002

9/15:

And then he reached into his pocket with a look on his face I've never seen.

2000

9/15:

She told me how there was a hurricane, and my dad slept beside her on the floor at her house while she slept on the sofa. My grandmother was horrified.

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