The inevitable day has come, and my grandma leaves today. I hold out some hope that my mother will be late picking my brother up from his early release day, but my mom decides to break character and arrive on time. It takes all my willpower to get in the car, as I know that I will soon be forced to say a difficult goodbye.
The ride to the airport is far too short, and before I know it, we've arrived at the Southwest terminal. My grandma gets out of the car, and I have half a mind to grab her arm and force her to stay. Instead, I throw my arms around her and give her a tight hug. I tell her I will call her on her birthday, as I fight back a violent stream of tears about to let loose. Soon, all the bags have been unpacked and all the goodbyes have been said. My grandma is on her way back to Arizona, and I am on my way to depression.
I am relieved of my sadness for a little while when Laurie Lieber, pilates teacher extraordinaire comes and visits me. She has brought me some lovely sunflowers and these cheer me up as well. We have a nice chat about my recovery and politics and how difficult it is to find my house. We live a block away from the Piedmont border so our address is constantly listed as Piedmont. I am happy to have a visitor and a distraction from my gloomy mood.
I make the mistake of watching "The Life Before Her Eyes." It is a very well done and well acted film, but the subject matter (a mentally ill student engaging in a murderous rampage, a mother watching her young daughter transform into a future delinquent and then catches her husband cheating) only puts me in a worse mood, and I am not sure I even completely understand the movie. I decide I will give this movie another try, or possibly read the book when I am in a better mood.
My father has decided to watch the Republican Convention for reasons I cannot fathom (his excuse? "We need to know our enemy") and I decide to tune in as well. What I hear makes me want to run to the toilet and vomit. Rudy Giuliani is just spewing verbal diarrhea and does not know what he is saying. Then Sarah Palin takes the mike, and let me tell you, she is not getting my vote for mother of the year anytime soon. If a) I had a four month old son with down's syndrome and b) a 17 year old daughter who was five months pregnant, I would not accept the vice presidential nomination. I would even have resigned my post as governor so that my children would not be subject to such scrutiny, and more importantly, I could focus on them and care for them since they are in obvious need of help. When she speaks, Palin speaks with great power and magnetism, but also with an incredible, high falutin arrogance. This is not a woman I would want leading me, and I find my homework much more appealing than watching her speak.
I need a rest after watching the Moron Convention, and I now know why songwriters talk of sleeping in a "cold and lonely bed."
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