Father's Day

I woke up feeling great, even though Dad's not here anymore, I don't feel like I have to mourn Father's Day. So, I headed outside very early, transplanted some trees and then sat back and watched as the rain started to come down, just a light sprinkling at first, but not for long. It's almost 11pm and it's been raining non-stop, I swear I want to go outside in the backyard, strip down to my undies and wash my hair. In fact, I'm waiting for the neighbors to go to sleep and then I think I'm gonna go do it. Of course I'll be smart this time round (yes I have done this before).

Last time was, well let's just say a bit of a fiasco. I was so excited, stripped down and raced outside with my shampoo in hand. Feeling free and one with nature, I suddenly looked down at that shampoo bottle and started wondering if washing those chemicals off around my plants and grass was such a good idea, so, being the semi conscientious person I am, I raced back inside and dripping wet, scoured my bathroom and the storage closet for that environmentally friendly shampoo. Having secured it I raced back out and started the hair washing. Now environmentally friendly shampoo doesn't quite lather as much as I would like it to, so I poured it on a bit liberally. Three quarters of the bottle later I finally had a lather I was pleased with and then the rain stopped. Just like that....BAM done. So there I am outside with shampoo running into my eyes wondering what to do next, so I got the brilliant idea to stand under the eaves trough. It worked as far as getting rid of the shampoo went. However, standing under that eaves trough added more to my hair than it removed. So I finally came inside freezing cold, scratching like crazy from the ten million mosquito bites, and to top it all off, I had to have a shower to get rid of the dirt, leaves and twigs in my hair.

This year I'm starting with DEET, screw the plants, I'm using Aveda shampoo, and I will have the garden hose ready in case the rain decides to quit.

On a more somber note, I'm very worried about Mom. Something's seriously wrong with her. She has had horrible pains in her hands and feet, at first we thought it was from her cancer medication, but since going off only her hands seem to be getting better. Now her feet are so bad she can barely walk. She has an appointment with a specialist Tuesday morning, but I'm going to see if he can see her tomorrow morning. Right now I'm beginning to think mom and I should be living together, I can't handle seeing her in this kind of pain and then worrying if she's able to even go to the bathroom on her own without falling down or something. Ugh, I just don't know what to do and I feel so helpless. Oh well, let's hope tomorrow is better.
Night night,
Swapna