Bruce Toews (masterofmusings) wrote,
Bruce Toews


I dunno, today's just starting off as one of those blah kind of days. I
just hope people at work more or less leave me alone unless there's
something specific they need or want from me. Handi-transit driver this
morning asked me not to talk on my cellphone on my way to work. That's
fine, he was nice about it and it's certainly his right to do so, but it
made for a boring trip.

Today's just the sort of day I'd rather just lie in bed all day and read
stuff I actually want to read. It's a Star Trek Voyager book that I
started yesterday and I'm really getting into it. It's nice enjoying
reading again. Or it was. Now it's back to this textbook.

I was at my mom's yesterday, we celebrated Easter a week early. Mom's
getting older, that's getting obvious, and it hurts to see it. So many
things about my parents I didn't appreciate enough as a kid. Now one's
gone, and who knows how long the other one'll be around. I've got to
show Mom how much I appreciate her while I still can, while there's
still time. I don't want regrets later.

The new hearing aids were a rousing success. They made my mom so happy
yesterday. But I'm getting sick of talking about them. I'm getting sick
of everyone telling me how difficult it was before I got them, as if I
hadn't been painfully aware of that; I'm sick of everyone whispering
around me to see if I'll understand them or not. Yes, it took me a long
time to get them, but we're talking about a lot of money, and I paid for
these things entirely, 100% out of my own pocket, nobody helped me with
it. I'd sacrificed a lot of the things I wanted to make this happen, and
yes it took a while, but I still did it. So pardon me while I treat
myself to a few things for a little while that I've been denying myself
... Like a decent computer.
Tags: rant

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