Sadness Whisper Your Name

Greetings this sunny afternoon (at least where I reside). I was feeling a little blue the last couple of days because my cousin Terri died after a courageous fight with stage 4 ovarian cancer. I popped in an old cd that I hadn't listened to for several years and was groovin to Kirsty MacColl. I decided I liked Kirsty so very much and she was cheerin me up somethin great until I did an internet search to find more albums by her and found out she's dead too!!! I realize the rest of the world knew she was dead 6 years ago and I am the slow poke here BUT none the less it's bummin me out.

Dianthus in the doorway

This morning I planted a Dianthus (also known as carnation or sweet william or pinks) in a decorative pot on the front porch. Spring is here. The dianthus replaced a primrose that was starting to fade because the weather is warming. Where we live the primrose is usually the first flowering outdoor plant and it is so great to see their bright colors in February when the skies are still grey. The pot that has held both plants came all the way from England and was my Christmas gift from my daughter's mother-in-law brought over in my daughter's suitcase when she and her husband were here for the holidays. When I look at the beautiful fuschia (sp?) dianthus I see my daughter and her mother-in-law (a lovely English lady) and hear a faint sound of fairy giggles.

Pecker Trauma

My dad comes out of his doctor visit today with a prescription for Viagra. If you have read my previous blogs you know that I get to drive Mr. Daisy because he's blind and I'm the sibling that "doesn't have a real job". Having to hear about bowel movements, enlarged prostate, etc. wasn't exciting enough for me and now I get to know that he's doing the horizontal mambo. I realize I should be happy for him that "floppy" gets to hop again but SERIOUSLY I do NOT want to know this shit. Plus there's a monetary equation here in that the pharmacy was running an hour and a half behind so he left the rx and I get to drive over and pick him up and take him there again tomorrow to pick up the goods. So the whole drive there and back using my gas and time will be for the sole reason that my dad can get laid. Cripes.