A very long day
Jun. 5th, 2011 12:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyWas out all day at a doggy event with J. A new animal wellness clinic was baving an open house. Per her orders, I was there at 8AM to stake out a good spot in the shade...J didn't show for another five minutes, and when she did, she had her useless friend with her.
They go back a long time, which is admirable, but I don't like her, if for no other reason than her snide comments. She gets in the way, then when I step back, comments about how she's doing all the work while other people (meaning me) are sitting on their ass. This conveniently overlooks the fact that she departs midway through the event to take her offspring to his music lesson---meaning J and I have to do tear-down by ourselves.
But hey, the up side to it was, J took me out for barbecue; I got enough of a doggy bag for brunch tomorrow. Then we went back to her place and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part One. God, that was LONG. Longer than the book, which I found interminable. At just under 2.5 hours, it felt like 3.5---I hope the final one is more digestable.
Also picked up an interesting factoid...at the event, another friend of J's, this one somebody she knows from dog training, asked her if they'd ever found out what her mom died of. As it turns out, it was *not* an OD, which I think we were all fairly well convinced it was. No, it was fatty liver disease. I'd never heard of it, but a quick look at Wikipedia confirms that she had a couple conditions that would've put her at risk. And yet, she had no symptoms, and none of the tests done during multiple hospitalizations for other complaints ever showed anything.
Now that she's gone, I find myself remembering Susie as she used to be, and wishing I could talk to her, the rational her. I feel like death should have hit the reset button, and she should have defaulted to the witty and wonderful friend she was for so many years. I know, it doesn't work like that, and even if it did, there were plenty of times when "I Used to Love Her, But I Had to Kill Her" was my theme song for her. I still miss her, though.
Okay, now I'm going to crawl into bed. I may or may not blow off church in the morning, because I'm knackered, and I'd *really* like to sleep in.
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They go back a long time, which is admirable, but I don't like her, if for no other reason than her snide comments. She gets in the way, then when I step back, comments about how she's doing all the work while other people (meaning me) are sitting on their ass. This conveniently overlooks the fact that she departs midway through the event to take her offspring to his music lesson---meaning J and I have to do tear-down by ourselves.
But hey, the up side to it was, J took me out for barbecue; I got enough of a doggy bag for brunch tomorrow. Then we went back to her place and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part One. God, that was LONG. Longer than the book, which I found interminable. At just under 2.5 hours, it felt like 3.5---I hope the final one is more digestable.
Also picked up an interesting factoid...at the event, another friend of J's, this one somebody she knows from dog training, asked her if they'd ever found out what her mom died of. As it turns out, it was *not* an OD, which I think we were all fairly well convinced it was. No, it was fatty liver disease. I'd never heard of it, but a quick look at Wikipedia confirms that she had a couple conditions that would've put her at risk. And yet, she had no symptoms, and none of the tests done during multiple hospitalizations for other complaints ever showed anything.
Now that she's gone, I find myself remembering Susie as she used to be, and wishing I could talk to her, the rational her. I feel like death should have hit the reset button, and she should have defaulted to the witty and wonderful friend she was for so many years. I know, it doesn't work like that, and even if it did, there were plenty of times when "I Used to Love Her, But I Had to Kill Her" was my theme song for her. I still miss her, though.
Okay, now I'm going to crawl into bed. I may or may not blow off church in the morning, because I'm knackered, and I'd *really* like to sleep in.
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