For one moment I am in a bubble of happiness. I am tapping on my computer keyboard, thinking of mundane things, listening to the rain outside, having sent my child off to his friend's under my peace, love & happiness umbrella (hey if it's going to rain, at least let there by a ray of joy). This moment is ending but at least I HAD the moment!

So strange a life... if we live long enough it all becomes meaningless. All the things, and even all the people. Although my mother is not quite at that point - things are not meaningless, they're just really really garbled! Today, the nursing home staff called me so my mother could talk to me; my mother said she felt like she was going crazy because she could have sworn that she had been speaking to her older sister... who's been dead for years... so she felt like she was going crazy, because I told her that her sister was dead. All while holding onto the idea that I was her baby sister, not her daughter. I would correct her, and she would say yes of course and then tell someone else that I was her baby sister.