for your enjoyment

my favorite dorothy parker poem...

Frustation

If I had a shiny gun,
I could have a world of fun
Speeding bullets through the brains
Of the folk who give me pains;

Or had I some poison gas,
I could make the moments pass
Bumping off a number of
People whom I do not love.

But I have no lethal weapon-
Thus does Fate our pleasure step on!
So they still are quick and well
Who should be, by rights, in hell.

no end in sight...

wedding plans are progressing, slowly...but progressing. everyone has a dress or tux except the parents of the bride (that is this weeks project). the photographer has been paid. the florist has been confirmed and a deposit paid. invitations will go out this week. just 3 more weeks and it will all be over. right now, the groom has poison ivy. hopefully, he will be fully recovered by the wedding, or it will be a lonely wedding night for him.

i do have plans for after the wedding i'm excited about. my niece and i are going to watch the Corpse Bride. that should be fun...

my grandmother is back in the hospital. this time the site from her hip surgery is infected. additionally, her doctor thinks she may have a clot in her calf and is bleeding somewhere else. she needs a blood transfusion. my mom is upset, which i understand, but keeps asking why do these things keep happening to my grandmother. my mother and several of my cousins have a different view of my grandmother than i do. she was very supportive of my cousins, always available to them. my sister and i did not have that same type of relationship with her. my mother remembers all the things my grandmother went through during her (my mother's) childhood (my grandfather was an alcoholic, and drank until my mother was 12). i remember the ways my grandmother would try to manipulate and guilt my mother into things.

i'm not saying that my grandmother deserves what has happened to her...just that the end of her life is no less complicated than the rest of her life...