He's Canadian, eh? They don't sell any hockey gear, curling supplies, or jean jackets.Originally Posted by speedpimp
The one time I was there was around Noon on a Saturday in nice weather. There were lots of cars circling around in the huge parking lots on each side of the building waiting for others to leave and grab a spot. After doing that for a lap or two, I saw someone leave one of the gas pumps and was able to slide right at the only open pump. And they have 116 gas pumps! I went ahead and topped off my tank so I wouldn't feel like a bum for taking a spot without buying gas and then we walked inside from there.Originally Posted by neanderthal
The store was packed with people and cash register lines were long. But, to be fair, they had just opened about two weeks before, so I'll be most were first-timers like we were.
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I'm feeling angry.
Anger covers my fear. Fear protects me from sadness.
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Sadness is not bad nor evil. We don’t need to be protected from sadness. We just need to give it a hug.
Emotions are simply messengers sending us important messages. We ought to pay careful attention to them and not ignore or suppress them.
Well, FIL made it through one chemo and things have been rapidly declining. He is scheduled to have his first radiation appointment Monday, but Michele and her mom made the call to have him moved to hospice care today.
You always hear these stories about "he was fine, then got diagnosed and two months later, he was gone," but that doesn't prepare you for it. The sheer amount of decline over the past few weeks is hard to fathom.
As mentioned, I've been in a pretty decent funk about all this for the past week or so, really struggling to feel motivated at work, often finding it hard to get myself to get out of bed in the morning, that sort of thing. Yesterday, talking to Michele, I could tell she was concerned/worried that I didn't really have any plans this weekend (other than go to the Subaru dealership and then an old friend offered to bring me fresh eggs), so this morning I woke up and pushed myself to have a good day. Did a bunch of chores around the house I'd been neglecting, got everything straightened up, and decided that I was finally going to go to the Santa Monica Airport Museum of Flying for the first time. I was out in front taking a picture of one Blue Angels, which I thought he'd like as they'd recently watched the Blue Angels documentary on Amazon Prime and recommended that I watch it. Got the message while I was there that they were moving him to hospice care. Picked a real bad day for that.
I had a real knack today of sending something to try to lighten the mood at the very wrong time. Now I'm trying not to fall asleep after taking some melatonin before finding out they're still going through the process of getting him into hospice care. We'll see how that goes.
Anyway, here's the pic. I'm pretty sure he hasn't been conscious enough to see it.
I'm at a loss for words, Brian.
Take care, mate. I'd pat you and then slap you on the shoulders if i was close and didn't have to jump to do it.
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This has been my state for the past month or so. I guess the fact that it's really mostly about just letting it out means that having the right words isn't the main thing, it's just knowing that there are folks listening. Appreciate you all.
Speaking of the Subaru thing, I'm supposed to be there in an hour to talk about numbers for a WRX. I figure going there sleep-deprived and emotionally vulnerable should work out great for my salesperson. I guess my saving grace here is that given the situation, I don't think the expected drives between AZ and here by Michele in the Volvo are going to happen, so the urgency of replacing the RAV is gone. Gotta remember that going into this.