Found out yesterday that my mother goes to surgery today, only ten days after she was admitted to the death ward with a collapsed vertebra. For ten days, she has has been left to lie in bed. It has been a tremendous shit show. I still don't know what time she goes to surgery. I will have to go up in a bit to see if they have set a time.
I have a beauty appointment at one. Ha! It is not my day.
I watched the Super Bowl last night. Maybe it is just me, but. . . meh. First time I have heard or seen Bad Bunny. It was quite a production, and I like reggaeton music well enough, but. . . celebrate as they will, I DO believe that it will cost dems in the upcoming elections. Why? A chorus line of booty dancers twerking, Bad Bunny grabbing his junk over and over again. . . and then reaching out for a female child who is smiling up at him like a survivor. . . etc. There was just too much there that some independent voters will not go for. It may have excited the youthquake, but they are not serious voters, at least not traditionally. Didn't seem like the right thing to do for the midterms, but maybe that was the whole idea. The NFL is not a liberal corporation, you know. I just don't think the halftime show had a wide voter appeal.
But I'm no savant. Don't mind me. Bad Bunny jelqing onstage is the norm now. And I never did enjoy the halftime marching band.
In other news. . . I have no other news. I'm exhausted. My only real movement this weekend was my twice a day trips to the hospital. My mother is up and down, sometimes there, sometimes elsewhere. How much care she will need after this operation, I don't know. I just know that I can't get on with my own life, and I feel guilty for even thinking about that.
I do need a beauty appointment, though. Haven't been since mid-October. My beautician may not want to see me if I am a no show again. I was supposed to go the Saturday my mother went to the E.R.
Right now, life is a cabaret, old chum. . . just not the one I desire.
Selavy.
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