Gods damn it...

Wow, the universe just loves to throw those surprise curveballs. Happy news and sucky news all in the same ten minutes!
Saturday night, we went to Danny's to celebrate his birthday and see people we missed. It was a good party--I made a couple of new friends, saw some unexpected faces, and generally had a lovely time. Stayed over into Sunday and vegged in the living room after a nap or two.
Sunday afternoon, just as we were getting ready to walk out the door, I check my cell's voicemail. Message from Mom. She's out of the hospital, home and very happy to be in her own bed. Yay! Mazel Tov from the household.
Got in the car, started driving. Adam checked his voicemail. Muttered things like, shit, fuck, that's not good. It was his mom. Turns out that his beloved paternal grandmother, up in her Philadelphia apartment complex, fell and broke her knee and bruised a rib or two. She was taken to the hospital. Adam's mother was already well in touch. We couldn't get a hold of his dad yet, who was flying out on business all week. Major suckage. Adam told me to calm down and think happy thoughts, well-wishes, because worrying and getting upset was just going to throw more negative energy into the mix and Mom-Mom doesn't need that. So here I am transferring some of the happy thoughts of my mother being home to Adam's grandmother recovering and being okay. And this on the heels of my friend James learning that his own grandmother was in the hospital, only on the edge and slipping.

Adam's grandmother's injuries may not be as bad as first seemed. But hospital stay nonetheless. She's a strong woman. In her eighties and a champion walker. She's got really bad osteoporosis, but I have every confidence that she'll pull through. Remember, happy thoughts. Gonna start transferring some of the happiness at knowing Mom's home and recovering to hope that Mom-Mom will come out fine too.

Even so, this did not help me in my path to reach Nirvana AT ALL. And I've been trying SO hard these past few lifetimes...

Grr. Argh.

Gods damn it...

Wow, the universe just loves to throw those surprise curveballs. Happy news and sucky news all in the same ten minutes!
Saturday night, we went to Danny's to celebrate his birthday and see people we missed. It was a good party--I made a couple of new friends, saw some unexpected faces, and generally had a lovely time. Stayed over into Sunday and vegged in the living room after a nap or two.
Sunday afternoon, just as we were getting ready to walk out the door, I check my cell's voicemail. Message from Mom. She's out of the hospital, home and very happy to be in her own bed. Yay! Mazel Tov from the household.
Got in the car, started driving. Adam checked his voicemail. Muttered things like, shit, fuck, that's not good. It was his mom. Turns out that his beloved paternal grandmother, up in her Philadelphia apartment complex, fell and broke her knee and bruised a rib or two. She was taken to the hospital. Adam's mother was already well in touch. We couldn't get a hold of his dad yet, who was flying out on business all week. Major suckage. Adam told me to calm down and think happy thoughts, well-wishes, because worrying and getting upset was just going to throw more negative energy into the mix and Mom-Mom doesn't need that. So here I am transferring some of the happy thoughts of my mother being home to Adam's grandmother recovering and being okay. And this on the heels of my friend James learning that his own grandmother was in the hospital, only on the edge and slipping.

Adam's grandmother's injuries may not be as bad as first seemed. But hospital stay nonetheless. She's a strong woman. In her eighties and a champion walker. She's got really bad osteoporosis, but I have every confidence that she'll pull through. Remember, happy thoughts. Gonna start transferring some of the happiness at knowing Mom's home and recovering to hope that Mom-Mom will come out fine too.

Even so, this did not help me in my path to reach Nirvana AT ALL. And I've been trying SO hard these past few lifetimes...

Grr. Argh.