Friday, February 15, 2019

Yesterday

      We still have snow. Must be a delayed reaction. It hasn't stopped me from going out. By myself. Near sunset. Yeah, I'm shocked too. I remember a time when I wouldn't go to the restaurants by myself if I had a ride and she was waiting outside the door. That wasn't that long ago. Since my family's health has been going downhill, I've had to do a lot of things that used to seem crazy. I'm so embarrassed that I was afraid. The snow plow drivers are not making good impressions of themselves. When the roads are clear they put down the shovel thing and scrape the road, and when there is snow they raise the shovel thing and don't get any of it.
      The walks in the snow can be exhilarating. The first time it was easier; there was no wind and I didn't have to wheel a full cart behind me. I hadn't had anything other than soup since around midnight and I hadn't slept at all, so when I got to the store I was a little weaker and more unsteady than usual. I didn't care for that.
      But the walk home was actually kind of fun. I got to wear my new toque, and I had to stop and get the snow out of the wheels. It actually made me feel old-fashioned. This time I actually got every-thing on the list, and a Monster Drink, too.
      And I've been writing books for, well, damn near two days straight. It paid off; even if they suck ass, I posted them online for the whole world to hate!
      You're welcome.

3 comments:

  1. Mom definitely made the world seem like a scary place, like we'd be raped and murdered if we stepped out into the yard. I used to be afraid, too. People used to tell Mom and Dad to drop us off downtown and leave us there to see whether we could handle it; I'm still glad they never did it, but I do think giving us a bit of freedom at a time (or at least telling us it's okay to leave the house) would have helped.

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    1. She and Lorne always say I was paranoid and that it was about fucking time I go out by myself.

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    2. Not nice at all - they didn't bother giving me a curfew until I was 17, and then when I was eighteen and I stepped out of the house, Mom would follow me out like she had to know why I had gone outside and whether I was planning on leaving the yard :|

      If we were 'paranoid' it was because they made us that way - intentionally, I thought.

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