Heylo again and good evening! Em’s new plodding total for
Wednesday now stands @ 2681. Anyways, continuing today’s events?
- Success~ Dad’s actually got really good English; when I
asked him how come he didn’t come kiss me goodbye yesterday he laughed and
said, “I’m getting old, I’ve got dementia!” XD After he’d gone, I spent ten
minutes having a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please
to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get
through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and
just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or
satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions,
if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I
guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure.
>< *sigh*
- Daddy Bear and I resumed our happy snorings, I also woke
once more for the pot :P around one hour later when PIG mum started THUMPING
around upstairs. Very soon, she came downstairs, hit me with the eye goo,
helped me slightly with a bra then left me to get myself mostly independently
kitted, which I did so after giving myself fifteen more minutes first. While I
got myself dressed, I also sang 1/5 of my newest second-favourite song slowly,
softly but most hatefully out aloud, closing my left eye for all the important
numbers.
- PIG mum came back to help with Elf’s AFO and set me on
shoelace tying practice. That done, I let her gleefully FORCE L
me to walk over to the bathroom and brush teeth (poor Ela). That done, I sat
over the loo for two tinkles, also fully leaning against the side rail and
continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to
help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly
remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing on my
good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without
Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own
good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He conned the phrase
'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent
life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of
Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets
to live?? *sigh*
- After that, I washed and dried Era then walked myself
slowly and safely out to the gobbling :P table for breakfast, rising above the
cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me
over.
- Breakfast was one small bowl of plain porridge, half a
chunk of chunky bread, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and half a
mouthful of milk. Over breakfast, I also finished my mostly silent chat to
Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to
make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has
NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him,
despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good
attitude!
-
After breakfast, I let PIG mum gleefully FORCE L
me to walk out to the 4WD and she tootles us out to the local IGA to buy some
groceries. Of course, she gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all
day; we also listen to 97.3FM all day, too. Oh, and Era helps Ela stretch for
fifteen minutes then Ela opens and closes her palm @ least fifty times, holding each for a count
of five.
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Our first stop’s Sunnybank
Plaza
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Our next stop’s back @ our local IGA, where I buy one
of each Nissan instant noodle for Aunty Deana’s birthday present. It’s the same
as what I got her last year, but she didn’t tell me what she wanted this year!
XD
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Our last stop’s to Runcorn Plaza Hot Bread, where I buy
a yummy pork salad roll from Aunty Lien. It’s the last time, because the price
has increased again to $5.50. PIG mum says one decade back, they were only
$2.50! over the years, however, the price has crept up and up; when the price
reached five bucks, PIG mum declared that if it rose again she’d not lemme buy
the pork salad roll anymore. I asked could we buy one last pork salad roll
there next week so I could say bye to Aunty Lien and explain why PIG mum wasn’t
gonna let me buy from her shop anymore, but PIG mum refused, saying it’s not
like she’s my friend or anything. Well, duh, but wouldn’t it seem rather rude
if I’ve bought pork salad rolls and other food on and off from her for ten
years then just one day suddenly stopped coming forever? *dsigh* I dunno; maybe
I’ll ask can Aunty Jo please take us there for lunch toms so I can say bye to
Aunty Lien and enjoy one steak, bacon and EGG
pie once more …
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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