It is 9:07, damn it!

I am becoming a cranky woman.  The Exhibition is on right now.  It is a night for people of all ages to get together and eat cotton candy and go on rides.  Kids bring their farm animals and everyone has a grand time.  Except in my city it is a hang out for run-away meth addicted teens.  Crappy bands play that nobody has ever heard of.  It is about 4 kilometers away and I can hear the music.  It is far too loud!
  
To prove I am not cranky all the time I will tell you about the best meal I had tonight.  It was a wrap full of all sorts of beans and sprouts.  I also had a salad with more beans and sprouts and artichoke hearts.  It was at a local restaurant that sells healthy stuff.  I wish I could learn to cook like that.  I would consider becoming vegetarian if I could make meals like the one I had tonight.  I know I could never become a vegan as I like eggs, milk, cheese and fish too much.  And steak.  And ribs. Oh, I love chicken wings too.  Anyway. 


My mom is home now.  I should have mentioned this first.  The fluid that was in her lung that was supposed to be drained was not fluid at all but cancer.  Yeah.  Fuck.  My mom is very sad.  We all are.  The Palliative doctor is now saying weeks to months.  Which is better than the original diagnosis of 2 -3 months.  That was over 4 months ago now.  My brain can't think on this anymore right now.  


I have lost a total of 10 pounds.  I have been watching what I eat and going to the pool 4 times a week.  I feel good.  


My cat is having a nervous breakdown right now.  He wants to go outside.   When I was living in my condo he was not allowed to go outside because we were living too close to the highway.  Now he is 6 years old and has NO LIFE SKILLS to go outside.  There are about 75 neighborhood cats on our block alone.  Every night all the neighbors call their cats. We all stand outside calling the ungrateful bastards and none of them come when they are called.  It is actually really funny.   Anyway, Norbert will get the shit scratched out of him because he doesn't know how to fight.   He is a complete wuss.  Birds frighten him.  Every time our flag waves he hides.  So yes, he can't go outside.  He still wants to  out and carries on like he is dying.  I told him tonight that there are plenty of feral cats that would be happy to live his life and be more than happy to live inside and barf on the carpet everyday.  No looking for food and water.  It just magically appears in a bowl and if you don't like it you can go on a starvation diet until your owner caves and goes and buys the bag of cat food that costs $57.99 for a 10 pound bag.   I told him all of this and he just ran down the hall and hid under the bed.  


OK, I am off to bed.  Cranky old ladies need their sleep.  I doubt I will sleep because the music is still going and it is now 9:07.