Saturday, 1 September 2007


In many respects, it's been a crappy weekend so far. We're waiting for news from Canada, where DH's uncle is dying. I was lunching with Rima when I got the call from DH's mum. My first urge (resisted) was to get stonking drunk - not another death and not now, please God! Instead, I eventually drove home sober and followed impulse number 3 - bury my head in a book and pretend the outside world isn't happening. Thanks Rima for putting up with me on an afternoon when I couldn't have been the most scintilating company.

DH is at a games convention until Monday morning. His best friend is with him. I hope he is partying as hard as he can, pushing away the veil of misery, enjoying the moment until the inevitable has happened.

In the meantime, I'm going to write a review of the book that I just finished, work on my knitting and perhaps add a few more lines to the novel that'll never get published.

- Pam


amy said...

Oh, I'm so sorry for you & your husband. There have been many times this summer I wish my self-medicating days weren't behind me, believe me. But no, I do the responsible thing, too. Still. It's a strong urge at times, isn't it?

PipneyJane said...

Thanks for the support Amy.

I drink, but I don't particularly like being drunk, so the desire to anaesthetize myself was a bit of a surprise.

As I type, latest news is Uncle is still alive and on a ventilator. They'll switch it off after 72 hours. He's not responsive to stimuli. What makes this worse is that DH and I were planning a visit at the end of October/early November. We hadn't got beyond the talking phase, but knew we needed to go.

- Pam