tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post220672571942195824..comments2023-08-17T11:04:19.748-04:00Comments on submission & metaphor: Home to the cats and my Masteroatmeal girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-68477463663177424312011-03-18T09:47:04.456-04:002011-03-18T09:47:04.456-04:00OG, I feel for you, I looked after both ailing par...OG, I feel for you, I looked after both ailing parents, in the case oh my mom for many years<br />I'm sure that you and your sadist will pull through.<br />Love and warm hugs,<br />Paul.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03790580459962602757noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165603762522014470.post-79362394645260523442011-03-17T23:54:35.590-04:002011-03-17T23:54:35.590-04:00So glad your father is mending with the energy and...So glad your father is mending with the energy and resilience that I'd expect from a parent of yours. Sorry about your mom, as I know, from gruelling personal experience, how tough that is. Candles will be flickering, for all of you.<br />As to you and the fiend, of course it's the caring that interrupts the flow of communication. When we care, we hear with an extra ear, see with a third eye, feel the very air differently. And we anticipate, and worry, and...somehow, those feelings always come out sounding different from what we actually intend.<br />It's a much better problem, though, than not caring, or being dull, I think.<br />Rest. Welcome back. Hugs - jcnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com