I have been watching Nip Tuck this summer. (season 4 spoiler alert!) In a later episode, the married doctor has a one night stand and regrets it. The complication is that the girl keeps showing up in his life and the audience gets the idea that she is going to be a stalker fatal attraction type. And then the doctor and his affair girl are arguing while walking down the street and the girl stops to turn around and say something big to the doctor (a threat maybe?) and WHAM a bus slams into her and she is dead. I loved that! And don't we all wish it could be that easy to get rid of those kind of people in our lives? Well, I certainly do!
I could go on forever about grandma. I have been telling everyone about her condition just to see how they react to the thought of amputating her leg even though it will not extend her life. Scumcle had the doctor from the wound care center call me today and that doctor told me that he thought that amputating grandma's leg as a pain reducing measure was the "gold standard" he was taught in medical school. It will not extend her life or cure her MRSA infection. That doctor said that the other alternative was to "snow her with narcotics until she is unconscious and let her die of pneumonia." I hate that doctor. I hated his pompous and callous attitude. And most of all I hate that scumcle happened to meet the one vascular surgeon who thinks that the "gold standard" treatment for grandma at her age and in her condition is amputation.
Am I crazy to think that amputation is over the top? I am starting to wonder if maybe it is me who needs the reality check, or maybe I just need that damned bus. Not for grandma! For the scumcle!
But what I really want to talk about tonight is Matt. When Matt got home from camp and finally stopped all that crying he asked me if he could find a project to keep him busy. I said "sure!" and Matt told me that he had been looking at some web sites that sold kits for making instruments. Matt decided on a ukulele. (I know, I know, we all thought of about a million Tiny Tim Jokes too!)
The Uke came and Matt had to go to Home depot for a small fortune in tools, and then he realized that building a uke was way harder than he had imagined. Luckily for Matt there were handy men around still working on our house, and when Matt approached them with questions they embraced his project and made themselves available and let Matt set up a little work station right next to theirs. And for the past couple of weeks it was not uncommon for me to look outside and see Matt standing in a circle of 3 or 4 workmen discussing the uke and what to do next with it.
One afternoon I saw Matt outside by himself bouncing and strumming and I thought for a second he had finished. So I got on my toes and I looked harder and I realized that Matt had merely tucked the body of the not as yet finished uke under his arm and was air strumming and fingering the parts that he hadn't built yet. He was so cute!
Well, Matt finished the uke today and he was so excited! And he played and played and he played Tip Toe, (you knew he would!) and he played some Sponge Bob song, and he played around with chords, finding some familiar chord patterns from random songs he recognizes.
It was great to see my man/boy so thrilled with his little project. As we were stringing the uke and Matt was anxious as to whether the uke was really going to work or not he announced that even if the uke made a horrible sound he was going to hang it on his wall and be proud of his effort.
I would not amputate grammas leg either. Does she know anything about what's going on? What does she say about it? Scumsicle does not have her best interests at heart. He is reacting, but not from a place of love.
Posted by: danelle | August 13, 2008 at 01:49 AM