My weekend

Jun. 28th, 2004 11:11 am
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I didn't get to Pride, and I'm kinda bummed. I think this is the first Pride I've missed since I came out. Even the year I was in Ireland for June I went to a tiny 30 person march in Galway. But mom is having her first chemo treatment today, and we had to get her ready. And while we probably could have arranged the weekend to get me back in time, she kept forgetting that I'd told her I wanted to go until it was too late to do so.

Which is understandable, considering how preoccupied we both are. She didn’t do it on purpose, and she was very contrite, but I felt quite angry anyway. More angry than the situation really deserves, considering there’ll be another march along next year.

I don't mind missing it if needed, but considering it's the only thing I've asked for myself since her diagnosis back in March, it'd be nice if she could keep it in mind for 60 consecutive seconds and at least ask me for the sacrifice instead of ignoring it out of existence, which is what it felt like. I have the feeling this is a pushing old buttons issue, so now I get the fun of figuring out which ones and why at shrinkage tonight. Well, it makes a change from worrying about how the chemo will go.

We did at least get her thoroughly provisioned, errands run, lists made, brother and sister-in-law visited with, and books purchased, including Paladin of Souls and an Elizabeth George. I'm getting very hooked on her mysteries, and wondering if there's fanfic. Anyone know?

Also I bought a UFO peach because how could I not? And I was hunted down and eaten by a savage nap. Then on the train back to the city with mom, by pure chance I ended up sitting next to an old friend I’d lost touch with, and been meaning to track down.

My back hurts, which is normal for a day of stressful medicine for mom. Odd twingey bits of my front hurt also hurt, which is new, but I’m going to assume is also stress since the alternative is that my appendix is flipping back and forth.

Had disturbing dreams in which I found out two ex-boyfriends were in trouble, killed four rich strangers because somehow I thought that would help, and then was surprised to find myself being questioned by plainclothes cops on Second Avenue and 6th Street. I don’t think I’ve ever dreamt myself as the perp before. Like Sayers’ Freddie Arbuthnot once said, me for the corpse in the library. Therapeutic progress? Therapeutic backsliding? Too much roasted corn before bedtime? You make the call.

In other news, The Infinite Cats Project (link thanks to [livejournal.com profile] jadelennox, is useless and adorable. Few things make me happier than hobbies which are clever, self-perpetuating, and completely divorced from mundane considerations like winning or profit. (This is also why I love the concept of geocaching, though I’ve never actually done it since I have no GPS).
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