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Tuesday, July 13, 2004

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Today's weird item: Tiki Head Tissue Box Cover


Rather appropriate since everyone around me seems to be sick. I'm doing ok, although I am STILL dealing with vertigo at night sometimes. It's just plain stupid.

I bought a ticket to Knoxville yesterday, and am going the first full weekend of August. My grandmother is dying in the hospital there, and my mom is trying to take care of everyone and everything and is having a rough time of it. So hopefully I can be useful for a couple of days. I wish I could go sooner, but that's the first weekend that I'm free and the flights are reasonable (yay, Hotwire!). I'm hoping that my grandmother doesn't hold on that long; she's in a lot of pain and is slipping in and out of reality (mostly out) and the doctors are trying to keep her comfortable but not doing anything else. My mom is up at the hospital every day, waiting for her to click back into lucidity.

When she's lucid, she's very funny. People have been flipped off. My grandmother was a hoot. One of my favorite memories of her is from my cousin's wedding, where she had an audience out on the smoking deck as she told all kinds of off-color stories. She has a scar on her forehead from where a vase of flowers fell off the bookcase headboard while she and grandpa were going at it. She was too embarrassed to get stitches until the next morning, so it scarred.

She played golf well into her 80s, and was really pissed off when she was downgraded to the B league from the A because her game started suffering when Parkinson's kicked in. She ran with a fast crowd of kids in their 60s, and outlived most of them.

She and my grandfather have been married for over 60 years, and they always seemed so in love with each other. Grandpa didn't go to war because he was blind in one eye...from a BB gun. Yes, you really can shoot your eye out.

I'm just a bundle of emotions this week. I really want to celebrate who Virginia was, because Virginia rocked like a big rocking thing that rocked a lot.
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