Whatchamacallit

The Whatchamacallit for my estranged mother is today. Rather than try to remember the creative array of names for ^it^, I will call it a funeral, at least for now. One of my neices announced to best beloved sis over the phone that she and her fourth husband would be at a given park at noon today. She isnae willing to take on the task of notifying family members. Handicap reminder. I am functionally deaf. I cannae use phones very well.

I fell into one of my comotose slumbers yesterday evening. Waking me from one of my comotose slumbers is somewhere between difficult and impossible. Sometimes I can walk and perform complex tasks within my comotose slumbers, but the complex tasks will look like they were done by a sleepwalker. I willnae know that until I spot the mess after I emerge and wonder, "Who the fuck did that?"

I stirred within the slumber far enough to note that I had slept through a considerable string of texted drama from both the Texas drama starring that branch's favorite Identified Patient. The crack relapse was still escalating. Yea, I can give ES the full credit, but I remain convinced it is a family cycle. We each have our place in the family cycle. In recent go-rounds, my place in the drama has been to care from a safe distance. I donae believe it is worth the pain for me to stand between issuing fathers and sons. I break up dog fights with garden hoses when I can and just stay out of the way of the combat when I can't find a peace-keeping tool which keeps me out of the way of the blood sport.

YS and family went to most beloved Sis's house while I slumbered. They were well represented in the text jangles I had slept through. Around the same time that I had worked up the fortitude to read the textellas, YS knoced on the motel room door with GD on his hip. My Gammy persona seems to have the strength to reach through my psycho fog. The 3 of us lounged on the bed munching on goodies from the stash I had laid in and gossiping about the yaddahs from the blah stream of our current chaos. By the time GD had satisfied her toddler appetite, YS had persuaded me to go with him to most beloved sis's house to munch some of the food she had been busily preparing while I slumbered and to pick up his wife and son who had fallen into similar slumbers on the over-used carpet at her house. I don't remember too many of the details. YS has invited me to join his family for breakfast. It couldnae have been too awful messy. Prayers in progress.

Time to get ready for breakfast.