It’s Memorial Day, and I’m still waking up, drinking my coffee with thoughts of my dad, thoughts of both my parents, really. They’ve been gone for 17 years, which seems weird. It seems like forever and not any time at all.
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Mother
Well, I am not a “Mother’s Day” fan because I was beyond not fond of it growing up. But, other than the traumatic memories of it, I’m safe. My mom passed quite a while ago, and later in her life, she finally got on an SSRI that magically made her quit attempting suicide, and/or threatening it. Before that, she usually chose to do such things on Mother’s Day, my birthday, or hers.
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It’s the last day of the year. 2025 is just about over, and can 2026 be any worse? I don’t want to say “I don’t think so” because it very well might be. It’s hard to imagine things getting worse, but I said that at the beginning of the year.
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Well, I finished the West Valley Fiction painting last night and started working more on the self-portrait I’m calling “Sucker.” Here is the completed West Valley Fiction:
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I saw my primary care doc the other day, and it went well. (Finally!) Turns out my echocardiogram looked good. What a relief. I only have to get through tomorrow’s stress test (yuck!) and a couple of other tests to fully see how my heart and lungs are doing, but so far, nothing is too horrible really.
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