Jesus Bloody Christ.
I need a vacation from my holiday.
I was supposed to work through the whole thing, but the server I was working on decided to give me the middle finger, and I wasn’t able to get a fix up until this morning. Go-go borked website launch.
My grandfather also came down with pneumonia and a heart attack on Tuesday night. He’s been living in an assisted living facility for a while, as his Alzheimer’s is so severe that he hasn’t recognized family in three years. It had been his wish for years that he not be kept alive by extreme measures, and that he didn’t want to live half-alive in a hospital bed, as his own mother had been for almost two years.
He passed away on Saturday at around 8am, as I was washing clothes to come and see him later that afternoon.
I am fine, I mourned the loss of my grandfather years ago when the person he was ceased to be because of the Alzheimer’s. This is more a relief for him and our family at this point. I’m sure I’ll have something more to say about this later.
On a different note, Saturday was L‘s birthday party. She decided that she wanted to go karaoke-ing (karaoke’ing? karaokeing? karaoking? bad-idea-ing?). Not only that, she wanted to go karaoke-ing at the fucking Windjammer. A bar where they’ll shoot you for a parking space, a bar where people actually make out in front of everyone, a bar where insulting Jim Croce is likely to get you killed, a bar where every tarted up whore in the places stands up and cheers when some one does that horrible song that refrains “So here’s to all my sisters out there keepin’ it country, Let me get a big “Hell Yeah” from the redneck girls like me”, a bar where they charge you $7 a pop for bottom shelf whiskey and coke, a bar where more people than not think that Sarah Palin would make a great president, a bar where I’ll go up to sing a Muddy Waters song only to have it not be a Muddy Waters song, a bar that looks like it is one errant cigarette butt away from burning to the ground – again, a bar where, oddly enough, when I wasn’t scared out of my fucking mind, I had a decent enough time. But, not a decent enough time to ever go the hell back.
Yes. Things happened. I’ll parse them out in more detail when I get a chance, but for now, here are pandas: