Dear diary,
I’m finally pooping after the two day ordeal. My remaining sorrow has ceased since Monday evening, with the aid of two antihistamine capsules. Last night I took one antihistamine capsule to help ensure a restful sleep.
As long as I don’t acknowledge the triggers of Mom’s old photos and other sentimental stuff, I’m good. Because if I didn’t concentrate yesterday and today, I won’t be able to perform.
Yes I did! As a musician, I’ve played simple choral music last night on the on-site keyboard with the aid of the Deacon leading and queuing the assembly and in union.
Today, I’ve sang The Responsorial Psalms and Alleluia! I’ve read the Intercessory Prayer. I messed on on three of my four stuff. But the choir members and mostly church goers were supportive.
So yeah, we buried Mom and symbolically my assignment is completed. But, alas, I’ve got another gig – caregiving to Dad. Brouhaha! Oh, dear Lord!
Everything seems fine for now until something freaky happens. Y’all know what? Stuff that I don’t want is still shoved into my face as if I’m supposed to assent. I could have easily said nope but then I’ll be doing nothing at home, being that Dad’s income is enough for now. But he said I need to work so I can help pay the bill. No way! Then again, I’ve no choice because of y’all.
Let’s see. It’s 1428 and I am still crapping and it still smells bad. I’ll go back to my choir gig both at church and SJSC, mysteriously so that I’ve received an email to that effect, meaning I’m still a member.
Okay, so then what’s next? I’ll continue what I’m assigned to do. I guess that’s the spiritual price for getting involved with “them”. Once I’ve signed up, there’s no “dropping charges”.
Sincerely,
FLYNN B full of crap.
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