Distractions

No! I am NOT talking about Sarah-freakin'-Palin!

This was a long weekend--worrying over my Mom and burning my eyeballs out on the computer. All of my stress and avoidance has settled around my mid-section! I am a study in mild depression. I've been on YouTube watching everything that Michael Jackson has ever done in his life. Strangely, immersing myself in "all things Michael" has been a terrific escape...

My mother is down in Orange without electricity. The road for me to rescue her, Interstate 10, is currently impassable. But she sounds good, just very very hot. It's frustrating. Actually, she's not just very, very hot--she's in the dark at night, functioning by candlelight. I'm annoyed that this country cannot assist its citizens in need! I wish Americans were on the priority list somewhere but alas, the Iraqi people need us! I feel lonely. There's only my Mom and myself. I have lived this long and have no one to help me with her. This gives me pause. She is not by herself. I am grateful to her friends; they have taught me a great deal about friendship.

We went on a 24 mile bike ride this afternoon. We rode out to The Domain so that I could pick up this new iPod Shuffle. My thighs rebelled but my lungs and heart damn near abdicated! They were violently stubborn yet we prevail.

I also went to Church this morning. I will continue to attend as long as it makes sense. It wasn't all that I needed but it is a start. We learn and grown on a daily basis. For me, although it is consistently a bittersweet journey, perhaps due to some chemical imbalance, excess hormones, or my ofttimes brooding disposition, I welcome these challenges. I welcome them for me but abhor them in regard to my Mother. She has suffered so much. I swallow anger and pain on her behalf. Currently, the result of my Anger and Pain diet is a flabby mid-section, if I continue in this vain, I dare say what additional physical or mental manifestations may occur.

Oh, I'm reading W. E. B. Du Bois's Souls of Black Folk--just in case you're wondering about my archaic and dramatic tone in my final paragraph. You know how they wrote back then--so serious. I feel serious but a lot of that was for effect--Dear Reader.