May 13th, 2001
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!
Seri, Aiko, Mom, Dad and I went to Pier 39 today, so Mom could look at the crystal pieces at the store there (her request for Mother’s Day). Seri drove to Pier 39, and then all of us except Dad got out of the car there. It was about 5:15pm. Dad wanted to go to the Asian Arts Museum to see the Taoist Art Show, which, unfortunately turned out to have closed at 5pm. Mom seemed very happy to be there browsing all the sparkling glass. Aiko and I admired the same snowflake-like crystal, so I got it for her as part of her birthday gift. Mom got a crystal piece with a deer hopping through a forest and also another piece with four parrots perched on a branch (very cute). I think she thinks of them as the four of us kids. We ate a late lunch at the Seafood Chowder Diner, as usual—wasn’t that great, to be honest. At the Poster Shop, I got a Gundam poster for Chudo. I was going to get myself a Wayne Gretsky poster, but they were out :( I’ll have to call them tomorrow to order it for me and pick it up at a later date. Then we walked around until 6:30pm, the time we planned to meet Dad again.
On the way back, we stopped by Stanford Hospital to pay Grandma a visit. She looked ill, all right. Never seen her look that ill before. It shocked me a little. I helped her eat part of a strawberry and also drink her grape juice. She seemed very, very frail. Part of me thought she looked more at peace, just because she wasn’t fully conscious and had non-mean look on her face, and the other part of me thought about touching her hand to see if I could feel what it feels like to be getting closer to death. I don’t know why I was thinking these particular things at that time. People had brought her flowers, but she didn’t want them. “What use are they [to me]?” she had said.
As usual for me in hospitals, I felt myself feel more and more drained and really disliked being there. Dad “disappeared” for some time, so the rest of us couldn’t leave as soon as we wanted. On the wall, I saw the patient’s bill of rights. While I waited for Dad to “reappear,” I read the list and started to get a little angry that while I was at the Good Samaritan Hospital last year, most of my so-called rights were violated. With all the grievances I have against the EMTs and the ER people, it is not unlikely that one of these days, I’m going to pay all of them a visit Hahahaha (evil laugh).
Aunt Kathy needed a ride back to Bark Lane, so we stopped by there on the way back home. I asked if I could have one of her orchids (of the four she had and wanted to give away) to give to Kathy (Lee), she said, “sure.”
Finally, back at home we were greeted with Chudo’s homemade food. He made meatloaf and chicken gratin. Dad made some soup. What a rarity to have all six of us sitting at the same table and eating a meal together. Since I wasn’t feeling great, I really appreciated that Dad “behaved” himself the whole day, for the most part.
Seri, Aiko, Mom, Dad and I went to Pier 39 today, so Mom could look at the crystal pieces at the store there (her request for Mother’s Day). Seri drove to Pier 39, and then all of us except Dad got out of the car there. It was about 5:15pm. Dad wanted to go to the Asian Arts Museum to see the Taoist Art Show, which, unfortunately turned out to have closed at 5pm. Mom seemed very happy to be there browsing all the sparkling glass. Aiko and I admired the same snowflake-like crystal, so I got it for her as part of her birthday gift. Mom got a crystal piece with a deer hopping through a forest and also another piece with four parrots perched on a branch (very cute). I think she thinks of them as the four of us kids. We ate a late lunch at the Seafood Chowder Diner, as usual—wasn’t that great, to be honest. At the Poster Shop, I got a Gundam poster for Chudo. I was going to get myself a Wayne Gretsky poster, but they were out :( I’ll have to call them tomorrow to order it for me and pick it up at a later date. Then we walked around until 6:30pm, the time we planned to meet Dad again.
On the way back, we stopped by Stanford Hospital to pay Grandma a visit. She looked ill, all right. Never seen her look that ill before. It shocked me a little. I helped her eat part of a strawberry and also drink her grape juice. She seemed very, very frail. Part of me thought she looked more at peace, just because she wasn’t fully conscious and had non-mean look on her face, and the other part of me thought about touching her hand to see if I could feel what it feels like to be getting closer to death. I don’t know why I was thinking these particular things at that time. People had brought her flowers, but she didn’t want them. “What use are they [to me]?” she had said.
As usual for me in hospitals, I felt myself feel more and more drained and really disliked being there. Dad “disappeared” for some time, so the rest of us couldn’t leave as soon as we wanted. On the wall, I saw the patient’s bill of rights. While I waited for Dad to “reappear,” I read the list and started to get a little angry that while I was at the Good Samaritan Hospital last year, most of my so-called rights were violated. With all the grievances I have against the EMTs and the ER people, it is not unlikely that one of these days, I’m going to pay all of them a visit Hahahaha (evil laugh).
Aunt Kathy needed a ride back to Bark Lane, so we stopped by there on the way back home. I asked if I could have one of her orchids (of the four she had and wanted to give away) to give to Kathy (Lee), she said, “sure.”
Finally, back at home we were greeted with Chudo’s homemade food. He made meatloaf and chicken gratin. Dad made some soup. What a rarity to have all six of us sitting at the same table and eating a meal together. Since I wasn’t feeling great, I really appreciated that Dad “behaved” himself the whole day, for the most part.
- Sounds:none, just the ranting in my head
- Current Mood:
sick
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