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Jul. 3rd, 2005 05:52 pmLos An-gel-es. Went shopping today, every time I come out here I’m amazed at how good the shopping is on Melrose, and how there’s no where they let you use the restroom. The Starbucks, Jamba Juice, whatever, if it’s not a sit-down restaurant, your outta luck. Oh well. In addition to great stuff at Shrine and Necromance there’s so many shoe stores, entire lines of New Rocks I’ve never seen before. I’ve never bought New Rocks because there’s always something about them that’s a bit too much, but I finally found this one pair hit me right in my shoe appreciation sweet spot, lots of stuff going on but not too much unnecessary metal bits or flanges or doodads cantilevered out from the shin. Too bad they were $440. If I spend $440 on a pair of shoes they better come with rocket jets. Jeezus.
I’ve come out here ostensively to bury my uncle, who died last month. It was pretty sudden, he was like 56 years old, lived in Hawaii since before I was born so I never saw him much, but I remember him being a laid back jolly guy. His health had been declining for the past year or so, diabetes and stuff. But he’d been getting better, my mom and dad had gone out two or three times and taken care of stuff for him, arranged medical care, got a sweet health care deal for him, sold his condo and were working on buying him a place out here in LA. Then he kicked it from a heart attack. My mom I was most worried about, she’s been under so much stress the past few years; my dad diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, grandma getting both hips replaced, and oh yeah mom got hit by a car. In a parking lot, not badly, just knocked her down and her hip was bothering her for a few months after but with with rehab and treatment and stuff she’s all good now. And dad’s ok too, they make the diagnosis early enough and put him on medication that delays the onset of symptoms 10 or 15 years, which is functionally a cure, you know? And grandma’s good, recovered from the surgery just great, she’s RoboGran. But man, it just occurred to me how much all this must have been to deal with, and mom handled it all. And I wish I could have been here for her more, I’d like to tell her I’m really proud of her for doing all this stuff and being so strong, but that’s not something you tell your parents…well not me anyway. Not that it’d be really awkward of uncomfortable, I’ve just never been that close to my parents, never talked with them about stuff. I’d like to start. Maybe I will, I dunno. Hmm. But mom’s doing well, I think things are a bit less stressful in general. Last night when she was paying the check at dinner she said dinner was compliments of Uncle Tony, apparently he left a decent bundle of cash so they’ve been spending it, whenever they go out to dinner they drink to Uncle Tony. Right on.
So the family’s doing well, sister popped out a new kid last week, my first nephew. “Nathanial Wesley”. Dude that is such a white person’s name, I am totally gonna give her shit for that. This makes three kids! Who has three kids anymore? Oh yeah, upper-middle class born-again Christians. It’s cool, we’re spending tomorrow night down at their place. I’m a little scared of the niece-monkeys tho, ages six and three, they are tiny engines of destruction.
July 4th tomorrow, bring on the comet-blasty! Stay on target...stay on target....
I’ve come out here ostensively to bury my uncle, who died last month. It was pretty sudden, he was like 56 years old, lived in Hawaii since before I was born so I never saw him much, but I remember him being a laid back jolly guy. His health had been declining for the past year or so, diabetes and stuff. But he’d been getting better, my mom and dad had gone out two or three times and taken care of stuff for him, arranged medical care, got a sweet health care deal for him, sold his condo and were working on buying him a place out here in LA. Then he kicked it from a heart attack. My mom I was most worried about, she’s been under so much stress the past few years; my dad diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, grandma getting both hips replaced, and oh yeah mom got hit by a car. In a parking lot, not badly, just knocked her down and her hip was bothering her for a few months after but with with rehab and treatment and stuff she’s all good now. And dad’s ok too, they make the diagnosis early enough and put him on medication that delays the onset of symptoms 10 or 15 years, which is functionally a cure, you know? And grandma’s good, recovered from the surgery just great, she’s RoboGran. But man, it just occurred to me how much all this must have been to deal with, and mom handled it all. And I wish I could have been here for her more, I’d like to tell her I’m really proud of her for doing all this stuff and being so strong, but that’s not something you tell your parents…well not me anyway. Not that it’d be really awkward of uncomfortable, I’ve just never been that close to my parents, never talked with them about stuff. I’d like to start. Maybe I will, I dunno. Hmm. But mom’s doing well, I think things are a bit less stressful in general. Last night when she was paying the check at dinner she said dinner was compliments of Uncle Tony, apparently he left a decent bundle of cash so they’ve been spending it, whenever they go out to dinner they drink to Uncle Tony. Right on.
So the family’s doing well, sister popped out a new kid last week, my first nephew. “Nathanial Wesley”. Dude that is such a white person’s name, I am totally gonna give her shit for that. This makes three kids! Who has three kids anymore? Oh yeah, upper-middle class born-again Christians. It’s cool, we’re spending tomorrow night down at their place. I’m a little scared of the niece-monkeys tho, ages six and three, they are tiny engines of destruction.
July 4th tomorrow, bring on the comet-blasty! Stay on target...stay on target....
