It was an extremely painful week last week. I managed to fall off of my little scooter while going to bed. But, rather than damage my stump, I wrenched my back something awful! It is now five days and I can still barely move, living on codeine and watching Rome burn around me. Sigh ...
Of course Friday was my mystery birthday - thanks to Oldest Daughter, at least I got that right. She banged on my door at 6:50 am! until I was up, helped me dress and then let me take her out to breakfast. Then we were off to Cabela's where I have a stack of gift cards for. Well, I had fun ... Lunch and Dinner at Azteca and it was easy to call it a day. Back home GG was terse and obviously the bomb had been lit. (Her credit card had hits it limit and she decided this was my fault! I dared not mention her crafting shopping trips, nor her tickets home she bought!)
Saturday was my birthday with all of the children at Olive Garden. Only First Daughter could not make it as she was working, but Swede showed up, he was even almost healthy! He has been down with pneumonia since mid-December! We had many laughs and Gaelic Girl was obviously furious over something, no idea what but we all knew to stay away. (That I was having a kids party when her in mind either I did not deserve one, or that fact that she had none on her birthday! But she treats everyone rather awful, so this is a surprise?)
Sunday was a birthday with my mother, none of the kids were there as they DO NOT get along with her! And though I desperately wanted to avoid GG, she had to drive me (in raging silence!) down there and back home - due to the painkillers. At about the 30 minute mark at Mom's, GG and Mom crossed swords, as they usually do, only this time it was screaming and shouting and the gloves came off. I think they both noticed that I was not able to handle this and was emotionally having a nervous breakdown by then. So, they put their gloves back on and just hissed while circling the dinner table. Hissing is easier for me to take.
So, it was a great start to the weekend and went downhill fast since GG is once again going crazy it seems. As is mother. Sigh.
Now if I can just avoid GG until this weekend, I can get ready for my antique show without getting an ulcer and then she will be off on a crafting trip and I will be able to have peace (sans bonheur) for at least until mid-February.
As for bonheur, I fear it is not something in my immediate - perhaps not even distant - future. But, I know it is possible, I have seen it ... but I am (failing for an English word here, sigh! - desirous of it?). Argentina again beckons my spirit but now I know bonheur will not be found there, it is only an escape, that path gone.
All any man desires is just peace and some happiness. Neither are unreasonable nor unavailable with the right people surrounding you. And in my nightly repeating dream ...... :)
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