08/19/2012

Earlier in the week I was outside. Suddenly the sky filled with crows. I watched as the motion of their inky feathers moved across the sky. I needed time alone this weekend. I watched "Bunnyman." The premise is that college age kids on a trip, get run off the road by a demented guy in a busted up truck. He turns out to be a guy with a chainsaw dressed up in a bunny suit. He loves to kill. The movie is pretty mundane. Even when they try to make the movie seem twisted it seems cliche.

I also watched "Texas Chainsaw Massacre 3." I liked it. Unlike the aforementioned movie you don’t want the characters to get killed off right away. I slept quite a bit. It was a draining week so it was nice to just sit and do relatively nothing. Last week I saw this lady who was a addict. Not to judge but she did have a reuseable bag full of needles. And was mumbling something about being a junkie. That part weirded me out a bit. She was in a hurry I think to go shoot up. After that I saw a young teenager ride off on a bike and he said in an excited voice how he was going to go get high.

Today Karl and I went to my Grandma’s retirement place. My Mom was having a birthday party for her there. It was a white cake with purple flowers. All of the residents were invited. There was one lady who had a beautiful singing voice. She had this thing about wanting to have tissue in her pockets. She was waiting for her kids to come visit her. She was sitting by Karl. A tissue fell out of  her pocket. She insisted it belonged to Karl. Then she kept searching through every pocket saying how there was nothing in there. She was on the hunt for more tissues.

Someone would say something and she would randomly say "yeah that’s right." It didn’t seem to be with the conversation though. At one point she looked at her fingers. She insisted there were rings on when she just had one. The caregiver kept saying "Those aren’t rings those are your fingernails." Finally she repeated "Those are my fingernails."

When we ate the cake the lady beside me was too far from her cake at the table. I tried to ask her if she wanted me to push her chair in. She couldn’t hear me though. So I gently pushed her a bit closer. At one point the lady with the nice singing voice aciddently spilled cake on her lap. The guy besode her who was way younger than the other residents told her if she paid attention that wouldn’t happen. She had been calling herself stupid for spilling it. Then she said "I have to pay attention." I’m ready for another weekend off already.